Page 18 of Bad Boy Done Wrong
“Would you like assistance out of this vehicle, ma’am?” Ethan asked.
“No, I’m fine, thank you.”
“You,” Ethan barked, shining the flashlight in Zach’s eyes. “Out of the truck and keep your hands where I can see them.”
Zach gritted his teeth.
Carrie rushed to his defense. “Officer, please, this was all my idea.”
“Sir, please step out of the vehicle,” Ethan ordered quite convincingly.
“It’s my fault!” Carrie cried.
Zach let out an exasperated breath, stepped out of the truck, shut the door, and faced Ethan in full alpha mode—feet spread apart, hands on hips, deadeye stare. That Ethan was the one who taught him how to stare down trouble might’ve made it less effective.
Ethan squared off with him, getting in his face like he was about to tell him off. Then he smirked. “She’s watching.”
“Make it good.”
“I’ll keep the flashlight where she can see us both,” he said under his breath. Then he straightened and barked, “You know I’m within my rights to haul you out of here for trespassing. Signs are clearly posted saying the park is closed.”
“Arrest me,” he challenged.
Carrie opened the passenger-side door and poked her head out. “Everything okay? I can vouch for him.”
They both turned to look at her.
“Ethan?” she asked. Carrie knew all the guys through Mad Campbell.
“Hi, Carrie,” Ethan said casually. “I’ll work this out with Zach. Get back in the truck.”
“Ethan!” Carrie chided. “You scared the bejeezus out of me!”
Zach bit back a smile. Even when she was mad, she was just so damn cute.
Ethan dipped his head. “Ma’am, just doing my job.”
“Ugh! Men!” She got back in the truck and slammed the door.
Ethan shook his head, smiling and enjoying his part in this outdoor venture a little too much.
“You’re such a cockblock,” Zach snapped.
Ethan chuckled. “What’re you doing taking her to your old high school make-out spot? You’ve got a fucking bed now.”
He spoke in a low tone. “She wanted a little thrill from, you know, being out in public. I’m helping her out with some edgier stuff.”
Ethan laughed. “You?”
“Fuck you.”
Ethan slowly shook his head. “I can’t believe she picked a professor of all people for a little edgy sex.”
Zach flipped him the bird and turned to go.
Ethan grabbed his arm. “All right. Don’t get your tweed in a bunch. I’ve got some ideas to help you out.”
Zach shook him off. “I don’t need ideas.” He had a very specific wish list to follow.
