Chapter 10
I more or less fell into the car, doubled over my knees, and let out the avalanche of laughter I’d bitten down since Henry Johnson had cleared his throat next to us and pulled me out of my aroused daze. Luckily, I’d managed to stay on the right side of public decency. If I hadn’t, I would have turned on my heel and sprinted out of there so fast I would have outrun a cheetah.
“You’re evil,” I said, still hiccupping as I swiveled my head and tried to glare at a happily grinning Vee. “I was two f*****g seconds from shooting in my pants.”
“I know!” He beamed with pride as if he’d won all the awards at the Grammys.
“Did you want me to c*m in the fancy art gallery?”
“I wouldn’t have minded if you had.” He reached over the center console and put his hand on my back.
“But maybe He
