“Has your car always been this big?”
Dillan laughed, kissing my forehead. “Yes, I just usually keep you on the seat. It’s more comfortable.”
That was about the time I realized that his wasn’t the only laugh filling the space. I looked over his shoulder, squeaked, and tried to hide under him better. They both laughed harder.
“You both will pay for this.”
“What did I do?” At least Dillan sounded a little concerned. Unlike someone else who was still laughing. “I didn’t know he was here either. Honest.”
“He didn’t.” Keith tried to stop his laughing long enough to defend his friend. “You two just really go into your own bubble. You are at the club, by the way. Since neither of you told BoBo where to go. You didn’t answer my call, so I called him.” His amusement died fast, and he cleared his throat awkwardly. “We have need of your assistance, Dillan.”
Dillan started to turn toward him, but I screeched and pulled him back over. He was my only cover. He laughed and pet my head, trying to comfort me. It wasn’t going to help until Keith was out of the car. And I had clothes on again.
“Bunny is screaming because no one will let her in the club.”
“Didn’t you tell her she was fired?” Dillan stopped himself from moving more than his head that time.
“Yes. But she obviously didn’t believe me. I think she needs to hear it from you.”
“Fine.” Dillan sighed. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
I didn’t hear the door after a minute, so I looked over again. Keith was still sitting there, playing on his phone.
“As in, get out, Keith.” I lifted a foot and kicked him.
He tskd but opened the door. “You have 3 minutes to get dressed, or I’m coming back in and staying in.” He slammed the door and leaned against the window. Thankfully. Now no one would see us.
Dillan looked down at my bare body and licked his lips. “I do love a good challenge.’
“Dillan…” I whimpered his name because he wasn’t just licking himself now. “I don’t want him to come back in.”
“Why? It’s not like either of us notice, so what difference does it make?”
At the moment, I had no clue. My brain had fogged again.
Until someone knocked on the window and yelled “2 minutes!”
“Dillan, please?”
