Page 30 of The Drag Race Debutante & the Detectives
“What is happening?” she said, the sudden panic gripping her insides making itself known in the high pitch of her voice.
“Don’t worry, kitten, none of us are ready for that question.”
“Yet,” Dane stressed, casting a sideways glance at his brother.
“Okay, so… what’s all this then?”
Eric took a breath then cleared his throat. It felt weird, seeing her strong, stoic man nervous, but when he looked up at her, his gaze held nothing but quiet assuredness. “Emily Berringer, will you be our girlfriend?”
Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open as she stared back at them, her men, and absorbed their very serious question. Then she rolled her eyes and giggled, shook her head with affectionate incredulity. “It’s about bloody time.”
Chapter Sixteen
Eric felt amazing.
Except for the fact he was about to watch his girlfriend race a criminal at breakneck speeds and there wasn’t a thing he could do to stop it. Not if they wanted to get this creep and his little enterprise off the streets.
When they had arrived at the meeting point, it was purposely half an hour late, with the intention of pissing Shane off, but the joke was on them. He hadn’t arrived either.
An hour later and they were still waiting.
“Do you think he knows?” Dane murmured, as they pretended to be interested in the purple Lamborghini rolling past them, AC/DC blasting from within.
“How could be know?” Emily asked.
She was safely tucked between him and Dane, looking cute as fuck in her tight blue jeans and a yellow leather jacket that clung to her curves, and was drinking coffee from the servo down the street.
Their girlfriend. Officially.
And all of a sudden he felt amazing again.
Until his brother reached over the top of Emily and flicked his forehead. “Get your head in the game.”
Eric’s gaze connected with Dane’s and he realised he was smiling. He couldn’t help it. He was happy, giddy even. But Dane was right. Focus. “I doubt he knows. More likely, he’s playing mind games.”
“He wants to piss us off, like we tried to do to him?” Emily said.
“Exactly. But with guys like this, it’s also a boost to their ego. By making everyone wait for him he can prove how important he is.”
“Wow,” Emily drawled. “Tell me you have a small dick without telling me you have a small dick.”
Dane chuckled and shook his head. “So you’re saying punctuality equals big dick energy?”
“Absolutely.”
“You do remember that we also arrived late?” Eric reminded her.
“Yeah, but I’ve already seen your dicks,” Emily said, grinning, “and generally speaking, you two are very punctual.”
Dane matched her grin. “Have we told you lately how much we love you?”
“Not since you asked me to be your girlfriend,” she said, her cheeks colouring with that sweet rosy blush that was all Emily.
Eric bent his head to kiss their girl when an engine revved and a cheer went up through the crowd and the familiar rumble of a Mustang grew closer.
“Show time.”
They continued standing beside Dane’s car, watching and listening to the goings-on around them. Shane took his time making his way over to them, shaking hands and kissing women and posing for photographs. Wanker. Eric even caught a glimpse of Detective Cross amongst the crowd, blending in with the rest of the hoons, drooling over engines and ogling pretty girls.
