Page 18 of Married to Mischief

“I didn’t steal it. It’s mine. You were asleep for that too.” He unlocks the car, and it beeps, then he turns back to me. “Wait, it’s brand new. You can’t get in with food all over you like that.”

“Are you kidding me right now? We are running from a man with a gun, and you’re worried about me getting your new car dirty?”

“He’s asleep. We have at least five minutes, and this car was very expensive. Custom seats, trim, paint job, the works,” he says, rounding the back and opening the trunk.

“Says the man who has millions!” I try the car door, but it refuses to open for me. “Let me in.”

“Just wait for me to cover the seat or something,” he says, continuing to dig through the back. “I got it. Put this on.” He hauls out the dress bag.

“You’re kidding.”

“I’ve never been more serious.” He holds it out to me.

“I’m not putting on a wedding dress to enjoy another high-speed chase.”

He shrugs. “It’s this or underwear. Which I’m not opposed to—”

“See. Annoying!” I rip off my clothes right there, wiping my dirty hands on them, and Liam helps me slip into the wedding dress. It’s more beautiful than I remembered and smooth as butter. Liam’s eyes seem to glisten as he takes me in.

“It’s even better on you in the parking garage. And with lettuce in your hair.” He smirks, picking said piece of lettuce out. He presses a kiss to the spot, and a shiver breaks out across my skin.

“Stop right there!” A shout echoes through the parking garage, and Liam rips away from me.

“Time to go!”

Liam sprints to the driver's side and peels out of the parking garage.

When we are a couple blocks from the hotel, a thought strikes me. “Why didn’t we go to the room?”

“Because they found it first. I got an alert from the camera I set up at the same time Howie came inside the restaurant. He has someone else with him.”

“This is bad, right?” I fasten my seat belt as the tires squeal over a bridge.

“It’s not ideal.”

“Stop being so blasé!”

“I find it more reassuring.”

“I find it irritating.”

“I can see that.”

He turns left out of town and takes a back road, heading through a small tunnel.

“Now where are we going?”

“I called Garth to bring the chopper.”

“You’re getting really attached to that thing. I might have to make you send it back.”

Liam gasps. “Garth is a person; I can’t just send him back to the womb.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You know what I meant.”

“Aw,” he pouts. “But Garth said he would teach me how to fly.”

Of course he did. “That is not happening.”

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