Others, like the tall dark and handsome one with the caramel skin and the laughing green eyes, as well as Peek, didn’t bother to hide the laughs that bubbled out of their throat.

“What’s got your panties in a wad, Owl?” Peek laughed from behind me.

I flipped him the bird as I stomped across the parking lot, not missing the fact that through the glass walls that lined the back hallway I could see Michael standing with Joslin, in much the same position as before, but now he had his hands on her head.

I made it all the way to the parking lot before I realized I’d forgotten that I didn’t have a car.

Then I saw the shiny Dodge diesel with the black rims and electric blue paint job that Michael had gotten sometime in the last year, and bad Nikki came out to play.

Let’s just say that my brother taught me a thing or two in his time, and with nothing else better to do, I’d honed the skills until I could get into anything, and drive anything.

The newer vehicles were equipped with keyless entry, and you had to have a remote in the vehicle to start it.

Michael, though, had made a whoopsie yesterday.

He’d told me about a spare key he kept in his toolbox.

I’d never thought that I’d need to know that…but right now it came in really fucking handy!

Reaching under the wheel well, I ducked my head above the tire and looked for the black box, finding it within seconds.

The box came off the metal it was attached to easily enough, but the entire thing was covered in dirt and grease, effectively making my hand completely covered in the gunk.

Not that I cared.

I was on my way home.

I’d take my time and come back dressed, really dressed, and take it from there.

Although I’d probably abandon Michael’s vehicle a couple of blocks over from my apartment.

It wouldn’t do to have him knowing it was me.

Pressing the unlock button, I opened the door and hauled myself inside.

“Is there a reason a man has to lift his truck so big?” I muttered to myself, slamming the door.

Pressing my foot on the brake, and punching the start button, the diesel motor rumbled to life with a quiet purr.

Looking left and right, as well as at the door where I guessed Michael would come out of if he knew his truck was leaving him, I pulled out of the parking spot that Michael had so nicely backed into for me.

Then I was on the road and two minutes from where I’d decided to park my newest acquisition when the red and blue lights lit up my mirror.

“Son of a bitch!” I said, cursing myself and my stupidity. “You’re always doing this, Nikki. Always with the bad decisions.”

To make matters worse, it was my stinkin’ brother behind the wheel of the cruiser that was pulling me over.

His surprise was as great as mine when he saw me behind the wheel.

It took him a few minutes to speak, but when he did, it wasn’t nice.

Not that that was unusual for Nico.

He was a major dick sometimes.

“You are one stupid bitch,” he sighed.

I took the nearest thing to me that I could reach and threw it at him, which happened to be a water bottle half filled with Gatorade.

He easily caught it and glared.

“You do know, right, that half the force is now looking for his truck?” He asked with a raised brow.

I shrugged. “I was mad.”

He blinked. “You were mad…so you thought it’d be a good idea to steal a man’s truck?”

“I didn’t steal it. I borrowed it,” I said stubbornly.

He just shook his head. “Get out.”

“No.”

“Yes,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Make me!” I countered.

I was sitting in the back of Nico’s police car when Michael pulled up twenty minutes later.

Nico was leaning against the hood, tired of hearing me yell at him, and I was mad.

I’d probably be fired, too.

I knew I wouldn’t be arrested for ‘borrowing’ Michael’s truck, but Nico was an ass and put me back here because he wanted to, not because he had to.

Michael dropped out of another cruiser that pulled up nose to nose with Michael’s truck, and got out.

That’s when I closed my eyes and got comfortable.

Leaning my back against the door, I crossed my arms over my chest and stretched my legs, with my forbidden colored shoes, across the seat.

I was trying not to think about what I would find on my clothes if I had a black light.

The inside of this cruiser was disgusting, and if this never happened again, it’d be great.

It even smelled bad.

Tapping on the window across from me had my eyes snapping open, and then shutting just as quickly.

The door opened and Michael’s deep, sexy voice said, “Get out.”

I shook my head and closed my eyes. “Nope, sorry. Can’t. My brother’s the arresting officer. I’ll have to deal with him from now on.”

Michael’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not going to say it again, Nikki.”

“And what are you going to do if I don’t listen? Sit there and stare at me? Yeah. No,” I said, closing my eyes once again.

Then my ass was sliding across the seat by way of Michael’s massive hand wrapped around my ankle.

I screamed, turning over onto my belly as he got my legs out of the car, and then latching onto the door as I was pulled all the way out.

Michael’s hands went to my hips as he pulled harder, and my grip on the door started to give.

“Let me go, you big douche bag!” I yelled. “Help!”

We were on a deserted street in the middle of downtown, so the fact that I was yelling ‘help’ when there was no one around was quite comical, and apparently Michael thought so.

He laughed. The bastard.

“Let me go! I hate you!” I yelled, starting to kick when he tossed me over his shoulder.

He smacked my ass, and I screeched.

“You bastard!” I snarled.

“You already said that,” he said laughingly, walking past my brother and the other officer who brought him, which happened to be James.

My brother’s mouth twitched as I passed, and the bottle he’d handed back to me as he shoved me into the car sounded like a great thing to throw at him again had I had it.

Except Michael had made me lose it with his caveman tendencies.

When he got to the passenger door to his truck, he unlocked it with the keys in his hand and yanked the door open forcefully before depositing me unceremoniously on the seat.

I gasped in surprise, and then glared at the closed door that had just slammed in my face.

“Pendejo.” I muttered, then tried to open the door.

It didn’t open, mostly because my brother was there to stop me.

I flipped him off and he laughed.

“I’ll get you back for this,” I said, pointing at him warningly.

He lifted both hands and shook in fake terror.

I narrowed my eyes, and then smiled as I pulled out my cell phone.

“Hello?” My best friend answered.

“Georgia,” I said when she answered. “You know last week when you asked Nico what he had for lunch, and he said salad? Yeah, it was really a burger from Jucy’s. He lied to you.”

Her outraged gasp, and then the click of the phone in my ear, followed by the instant ringing of Nico’s had me nearly laughing in hilarity.

“Karma’s a bitch!” I yelled when he answered the phone.

Georgia was on a diet, which meant that Nico was on one, too.

Except Nico didn’t want to be on a diet, and every day he was on shift he ate out because he was so hungry.

He paid in cash because she could see their bank account, and I’d caught him at Georgia’s favorite restaurant just last week where he’d made me promise not to tell.

Like the good sister I am, I didn’t tell. Until he put on his bastard hat. Then all bets were off.

“That wasn’t nice,” Michael said from my side.

I’d heard him open his door, of course, but I was ignoring him so I didn’t bother acknowledging him.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I stared straight ahead and refused to even think about him.