Page 132 of Sinning for Santa

“He had an accident.”

I bite back my smirk at her vagueness. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t know how much she can admit to.

“What sort of accident?” the officer pries for more information.

“With a garbage disposal.” She shrugs, like it’s no big deal.

“You don’t seem concerned.” The officer points out and Jaxcen shakes her head.

“Honestly, I’m not. We’ve had a falling out. If he’s going to do something as stupid as put his hands in a garbage disposal, then that’s his problem.”

Jason smirks behind his officer, who only looks angrier by Jaxcen’s response.

“Why are you here?”

“I’m here with my friends for Christmas.”

Atta girl.

“And who are you friends?”

“Devon and Finn.” She turns and gestures to us, and the officer’s eyes darken with anger, clearly not happy that he won’t get to arrest anyone today.

As Jaxcen turns back to the officers, I sneak a glance at Finn and he smiles like he’s proud she included him on her friends list.

“So you’re here of your own free will?” the officer asks and again, Jaxcen nods.

“Yes, I am.”

“Can you explain why there is CCTV footage of Mr Marx chasing you out of the St Catherine’s Church in the city on Tuesday night?”

Jaxcen’s shoulders tense just a fraction. I don’t think the officer noticed it, but I did, yet when she speaks, it’s with clear confidence, and mockery.

“Well, if you know Devon, you know his cockiness can get a little too much at times.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal. “So I stormed out, annoyed by his attitude.” The little minx dares to grin over her shoulder at me before turning back to the police.

“And he chased me because,” she air quotes, “‘I’m his.’ I swear he’s so dramatic.”

Little brat. We’ll see who the dramatic one is later.

“And how about the part when he threw you over his shoulder and you were punching his back? That didn’t look like you were having fun, Miss Summers.”

“Oh, that was foreplay.” She waves a dismissive hand at him, giggling.

Fuck, my little mouse is a good fucking liar.

“Did he do that to you?” the officer asks, not giving up to try and prove something as he points to her neck.

The fucking hickeysIleft on her neck.

“Sometimes, he likes to role-play that he’s a vampire.” She leans closer to the gate, conspiratorially. “It gets him off really fast.”

“Okay, that’s enough out of you,” I growl as my men chuckle and Jason smirks, while the other officer just blinks, dumbfounded.

“Alright, I guess everything seems above board here,” the officer says, frowning, his critical gaze scanning over us again.

He spins to walk back towards Jason and the cruiser, but stops quickly, and turns back.

“Oh just one more thing. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about the Holly River Estate burning to the ground earlier this morning, would you?”

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