The guys were both defiant and solicitous when they arrived with Drum’s dad and my coat. I think they were also chagrined they’d missed the chance to play hero. They wanted to waft me home, but Kel protected me from their overly enthusiastic care by implying the police weren’t done with me yet and that I would be conveyed home officially.
“This is official?” I asked, as Kel settled me into his little Porsche, then expertly maneuvered the car away from my second crime scene. Or was it my third? I’d lost count.
“You could look at it as a chance to discover for yourself what’s under the hood.”
I was too tired to blush, so I gave him a look. He grinned, steering the car with a slight air of bravado, and putting the car through its paces. I’d noticed him eyeing the guys’ biceps and had to sm
