Page 139 of Fall Into Temptation
“Little Red Riding Hood, a rubber chicken, and a vampire are in a Mini Cooper,” Huck muttered as they pulled into the high school parking lot.
“I know we sound—and look—like a rolling joke, but if we don’t get all the temporary crazies in a safe place, there may not be a Blue Moon standing tomorrow morning,” Eva said, yanking the parking brake.
Willa maneuvered herself out of the passenger seat, her rubber chicken head getting stuck on the sun visor. Huck followed, unfolding his long legs and cape from the backseat. He was right around thirty and very good-looking with his angular face, broad shoulders, and friendly smile. “Oh, I get it. Cullen. Vampire,” Eva said, pointing at his fake teeth.
He sighed. “When you work with middle schoolers, there’s a lot ofTwilightreferences. And when your last name is the same as these beloved vampires, you get a lot of attention, especially when they find out that it annoys you. Word of advice, never make a bet with a class of eighth graders. It’s not going to work out in your favor.” He tapped a finger to the Team Edward badge he wore on his vest.
Huck led them to a side door near the parking lot and fished the keys out of his vampire pants. “This is probably your best bet space-wise,” he said, letting them into the gymnasium. “But I don’t know how you’re going to keep all your inmates separated.
Eva surveyed the cavernous room. It was a typical gym in the shiny floor and bleachers way, but the walls were decked out in a psychedelic rainbow mural. The wall under the digital scoreboard was painted with a depiction of the meeting of the Blue Moon farming community and the wandering hippies that arrived in 1969 after getting lost leaving Woodstock.
“Okay. I think we can make this work. Edward—I mean, Huck—can you get us some tape? And Willa, do you know where the art studio is?”
“Of course, I do. I spent many a happy day molding vegan clay and painting unicorn figurines there.”
“Uh, great? Can you go make some signs? Something that will enhance the prison experience?”
“I’d love to!” Willa skipped away, her hair flowing out behind her as her costume made rubber squeak noises.
“Signs to enhance the prison experience?” Huck asked.
“Anything to keep her out of trouble and out of the hair salon,” Eva sighed.
“Right, the free perms. I was thinking maybe I should try a new look,” he said, shoving his hand through his heart-throb hair.
“Huck—”
“Kidding. Sorry. It’s been a long month. Hard not to just give up and join the insanity.”
“I know the feeling. Now, go find some colored tape. A lot of it.” She pointed toward the door. Huck swirled off in his cape.
Eva was busy dragging a six-foot folding table in front of the bleachers when her phone rang.
“Hey,” she said, breathlessly.
“Please tell me you’re safe and have a jail,” Donovan said wearily on the other end.
Eva looked up as Huck returned wielding a dozen rolls of painters tape. Willa was behind him holding an oversized poster painted with flowers and butterflies.
Welcome to Blue Moon Jail
We’re Happy to Have You
“The new expanded Blue Moon County Jail is ready to accept its first residents. I’m at the high school. Just follow the butterflies and flowers.”
“Butterflies?”
“Trust me. You can’t miss it,” she promised.
“Eva?”
“Yes, sheriff?”
“Thank you.”
“It’s nice to be needed. Now, get your sexy ass over here so I can help you lock up half the town’s population.”
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
