Matt simply shrugged. “So if we get a ticket, just call up your girlfriend and she can trash it.”
“She’s with the city,” Vic reminded him. “This is the county. Different police force. I don’t know anyone out here.”
“We’ll be fine.” Matt pocketed his keys and exited the car. He hurried around the back and reached Vic’s door just as it swung open. Holding it wide, he reached a hand into the car and grinned at his lover. “Milord.”
“I feel like a clown squeezing out of this tiny little tin can,” Vic grumbled, but he took Matt’s hand and used it to help leverage his exit. “Why can’t you like monster trucks instead? At least I wouldn’t have to pry myself out of one of those.”
Matt laughed. “Guys who like big trucks are only trying to compensate for their small d***s. I don’t have that proble
