When we arrived home that evening, both Bates's Jeep and Blaine's SUV were parked in the driveway, along with an electric blue muscle car that I didn't recognize.
"Great," I said.
"Now I have to smuggle this s**t in with four
people watching."
"Good luck," Norah wished me.
"Men in their late twenties can practically smell red lace. Plus, that's Ben who drove the Charger and I can promise you he knows exactly what's in that pink bag."
I let out an exasperated groan as I unbuckled and got out of the car. Norah popped the trunk and I leaned in to gather my things.
I put the pink bag, which was too big to be stuffed into another one, closest to my body and stacked the rest of the bags on top of it to hide it.
"Very inconspicuous," Norah commented sarcastically.
I walked towards the
