Page 73 of Rekindle My Heart

He shrugged and held out a hand for Kate.

Erica’s head was still on his shoulder. Her soft purr caressed his ear.

Knowing Erica, she was probably tired of the crowds an hour ago. “Are you done peopling?”

“Ummm,” she murmured.

“Would you like me to take you home?” He wanted to add, to bed, but even with the rapidly rising erection, he wouldn’t take advantage of a drunk woman. Especially Erica.

Her head popped up. “I know, let’s play COD.”

His brows rose. “Now?”

“Yes, come back to my house. I want to see your face when I kill you this time.”

His brows furrowed. “Did you really just say you wanted to kill me?”

She swatted his thigh. “You know what I mean. In the game.”

Her words were slightly slurred, but her eyes, dilated as hell, were solely focused on him.

“You think you can kick my butt in your condition?”

“Watch me.”

“I’ve never ridden in the back of a police car before. It’s so… hard.” Erica leaned against the door.

“Let’s hope this is your only time.” Ryan slumped beside her. He shouldn’t have had that last shot.

“You two okay back there?” Officer Kyle Jenkins caught his gaze through the rearview mirror.

“Just fine. Thanks for the lift.” Ryan gave him a head tip. By the spark of humor in the man’s eyes, the whole station would be buzzing about his ride in the back of the patrol car. He should have called an Uber.

Erica ran her fingers over the hard molded seats.

He leaned in and whispered, “They’re easier to clean.”

She nodded, but her face didn’t spark acknowledgement.

Ryan mimicked vomiting.

“Oh.” Blue eyes ringed to the size of quarters as her hand flew to her mouth.

“Yeah, among other things.”

She appeared to be thinking about that. Erica was quick, but the alcohol must be slowing her brain. A minute later, her brows shot up, and her lips pulled back in disgust.

Yeah, not the most romantic, but… In a low voice, he asked. “Ever want to do it in the back of a squad car?”

Large, bright eyes blinked at him. He saw her struggle to focus. “Can’t say I have.” She knocked on the hard resin seat. “It would be as uncomfortable as hell, but I’ll try anything once.” Her gaze cut to Jenkins, then back to him. “I’m not really into the whole audience thing, though.”

He chuckled. That was the Erica he knew. She could go with the flow and joke with the best of them.

“We’re here,” Jenkins said as he pulled to the curb. He opened the door for them, offering a hand to Erica.

“Thanks, man.” Ryan shook the officer’s hand as the radio squawked.

“Gotta go.” And he was off.