CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
Straight LiesKit’s feet slid on the runner board, and Jackson gripped her waist to hold her steady as she clambered into the passenger seat of his SUV. Grass clippings spread from her bare toes to the immaculate interior. He climbed into the driver’s seat and fiddled with settings on the dashboard. A comforting warmth filtered through the leather seat to Kit’s damp bottom. “Seatbelt.” He jerked his head towards her, and she frowned.
“I’ll make everything bloody.” She held up her hands to show him the sticky mess. “I already put grass on the carpet.”
“It doesn’t matter.” Jackson leaned far enough across the handbrake to seize her writhing fingers. “Let’s go to the station.”
Kit turned to him, her stomach roiling hard enough to make her sick. She blinked back tears. “Di
