“Where is it parked?”
“On the road.”
He just glared at her. “It’s parked by a stop sign, Molly.”
“Oh, is it?” Drat, she could see her fake-innocent look wasn’t getting her anywhere. “Sorry?”
“Is that a question or an apology?”
“Kind of thought it was both. Sorry, I was running late and I figured by the time I found a park and then limped slowly along the footpath that the knit
ting circle would be finished.” She wasn’t above using her sore ankle for sympathy when it was necessary. “I’ll just go move it.”
He grabbed hold of her arm, his touch gentle but firm. “Give me your keys. I’ll move it.”
“Why, Sheriff, I don’t let just anyone drive my baby.”
“Either I move it, or a tow truck does.”
She grabbed her keys from her pocket. “Here you go.”
“I’ll bring them back in a minute and tell you where it’s parked.” He pointed at her. “Next time, watch where you’re parking.”
“Yes, sir!” She saluted him.
He grumbled something under his breath.
“Nice sweater, Sheriff. It will be good for those cooler nights.”
He stared at her. Her grin widened.
“Laugh all you like, I have a drawer full of knitted goods. They keep knitting me things for just doing my job.” He seemed a little puzzled by that, which surprised her. Didn’t he realize it was their way of telling him they appreciated him?
She patted his arm. “They do it because they want to take care of you the way you do them.”
He looked slightly confused as if he still didn’t understand.
“When I get better at this knitting thing, I’ll make you a scarf to match,” she teased.
“First skateboarding now knitting, what are you planning on taking up next?”
“I don’t know, I hear the bowling league can get very wild. Thought I might check it out.”
He turned away, shaking his head, and she lingered for a moment, watching him. Damn, the man had a mighty fine ass.
Molly tested her foot, walking back and forth across the living room of the apartment above Laken’s shop. Savannah had tried to convince her to stay with them, but she felt good about making the move into town. She needed a bit of independence. And when it came time to leave Haven this would make the transition easier. She hoped.
She’d had to wait until her ankle had been strong enough for her to walk without the crutches. Going up and down the stairs using crutches would have been a pain in the behind. While her ankle wasn’t completely healed, at least she didn’t limp—not much anyway.
She was finally going to Saxons. She’d been in Haven for well over a month now and she’d barely made a dent in her bucket list thanks to her foot. But tonight that changed. Nerves danced in her stomach. Would she actually be able to submit? Was Jake right about her not taking this seriously enough? She was still a bit sad that the attraction between them hadn’t bloomed into anything. It was really too bad. She could easily see herself submitting to him.
Well, maybe not easily. She’d probably make him work for it. Would she get kicked out if she didn’t do as she was told? If she was too much of a brat?
“Oh, shit, this was a stupid idea.”
She walked past the print of the Eiffel Tower she’d hung on the wall of the small lounge. It was one of the few things she’d brought with her from her old apartment. She might not get there in person but she could look at it and dream.
At least going to a BDSM club would no longer be a dream. She had to do this. If she didn’t do it now, then she never would.