The entire time I'd worked here, I'd always caved when it came down to the last shove. If I was going to stick around, it was time to set some boundaries. I couldn't spend the rest of my career being lectured on a daily basis.
I bent purposefully and ever so seductively at the waist to reach my suit jacket in the passenger seat and then flicked it over my shoulder; one New Balance thrusting to the side with a determined hip. I parted my lips and let my tongue linger at the break before I spoke, 'You coming in with me or not?'
He returned my blistering gaze. Then he started laughing. A full-on, eyes shut, hands-to-the-face bust-up.
I fought competing urges to run away and cry, or to punch him in the head and then run away. 'That wasn't the response I was looking for.'
He tried to regain his composure but couldn't help himself. 'I'm sorry. But I just left you fifteen minutes ago at the precinct. What the hell happened to you?'
I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the driver's window. The combination of the air vents, my sweaty head, and that damn mud Grace had given me had left my hair in a state of Rocky Horror. Throw in the Altoid powder sprinkled across my clothing, and I was totally pathetic.