Page 68 of Traitor

I cleared my throat. “Mike? I, uh, can’t really move here.”

He looked over and his eyes widened. “Shit, the key is around here somewhere. Okay, uh—look up.” I did and he held the jacket up under my chin before directing me to look down again.

The only thing keeping me covered was the power of my neck to chest action right now. Mike hurriedly buttoned up his shirt and rolled down the window, still in his boxers.

“Hello,” he called cheerfully to a man in an oil covered t-shirt and farm supply hat.

The man narrowed his eyes as he took in the handcuffs. “I stopped by to see if you needed help getting the car out. That storm came up while I was out on my tractor.” His eyes cut over to me again.

“Good afternoon,” I smiled widely, trying to look like I wanted to be in cuffs.

He reached for a cell phone and backed away. “I’m just going to make a quick call.”

I expected Mike to pull his badge, but he didn’t. “Mike?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Red, we’re gonna have some explaining to do when the Winters Police Department shows up here in a minute.”

“Then pull out your badge,” I hissed.

Mike gave me a wry smile. “Darlin’, I’ve been accused of whipping out my badge any old time I need to get myself off the hook. I say we just wait it out and maybe the boys headed our way will have an extra set of keys for those cuffs.”

I shook my head. “No! You get me out of these cuffs right now, Mike Sullivan. I’m not even playing with you! So help me god, if you wait for the police to get here, I will lose my shit.”

He frowned. “But using my badge is taking advantage, isn’t it? I don’t want to do the wrong thing.”

I went to kick him, but he was faster. He easily wrapped my foot up in his hand with a chuckle. “Watch it there, Red. I saw your gorgeous pussy when you did that. You don’t want me getting hard again right now, do you?”

“Mike!” I snarled. “Get me out of these goddamn cuffs and tell that poor man not to call us in!”

“Please?”

“Please,” I growled.

He gave me a dopey smile and pulled his pants back on before jumping out and going after my would-be rescuer. Poor guy probably thought I was being trafficked.

The man reluctantly made his way back over to the truck a few minutes later with Mike’s arm slung around his shoulder. “—Yeah you can do anything you need to do to get a confession out of a prisoner. Even mouthy little gingers like this one.”

The man shook his head in surprise. “I never imagined they gave you free reign like that.”

“They don’t,” I responded dryly.

Mike shook his head and rolled his eyes at his new friend. “I wouldn’t listen to anythingGrand Theft Autoover here has to tell you. She’s gonna be going away for quite some time with the charges I’ve got against her.”

“Well, let’s get that car pulled out so you can tow it and her back to Lubbock—unless…” He trailed off while staring at me wolfishly. The only things missing were the cartoon eyes bugging out of his head and a tongue that rolled out like a red carpet.

I shuddered and Mike immediately stiffened, his hand digging into the man’s shoulder. I could tell it was causing him pain as his head began dipping lower and lower toward the affected side.

“You know, Farmer Brown, I think we’re good with just the tow. You touch her and that’s assault. You don’t have a badge.” Mike’s voice had a joking tone, but his eyes looked murderous.

“You got it, man,” he winced. “I’ll—ow—I’ll just grab the tractor now.”

He stumbled off and Mike dug around on his key ring until he found the one he needed. “Let’s get you out of those cuffs and fully dressed, Darlin’. Before I have to kill someone.”

I relaxed my head and let the jacket fall. “Thank the lord. I thought I was going to be stuck like this forever.”

Mike unlocked my wrists and gently pulled my arms into his, getting the blood flowing again. “Goddamn, Red. If I thought we had more time, I’d ask for round two right now.”

I slugged him weakly in the bicep and smirked, “Just get me out of here, Tex. Before that farmer tries to jump my bones.”

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