“She could very well arrest me, you really can’t just go off underestimating her, you know. That’s the way she likes it. That’s what gives her power. And she feeds off of that, and then BAM. She gets you right where you least expect it.”
Her eyes fell closed when she felt his lips pressing against her cheeks, smiling gently and nudging against him. “You’re an angel, August Hunter,” she murmured, tugging him in one last time before he could pull away fully and kissing him swiftly on the lips. “Thank you.”
She followed him toward the trunk of the car, biting her bottom lip for a second and looking between the trunk and Auggie, as if she expected something to just, like, happen without her having to actually do anything in the meantime.
“I really don’t think I’m going to have to tell her,” she pointed out flatly, stupidly. Naively, really. “I mean… I just have to buy a new spare, right? Or a new tire? Oh, god, I don’t have enough money to buy a new tire. Auggie, how much is a new tire?”
Her palm found her phone in her bag, not making any moves to dial any numbers, but passing it from hand to hand nervously. “Should I call Crosby? God, he’ll hang this over my head through Easter.”
She popped the trunk button on the key fob, lifting the trunk and letting Auggie investigate the supplies staring back at them. “How’s it look, Boss?”
“Babe, she’s your mother, and you drove her car practically down the street,” Auggie pointed out to her, hoping she could see at least a little bit of reason. Of course, this was the be all, end all at the moment, so really, this could go either way. “She’s not going to arrest you.”
He turned back to her, grabbing her gently by the shoulders. “Take a big deep breath with me, Ted,” he told her, inhaling sharply, and nodding for her to follow, before exhaling. “Everything is going to be okay. We’ll just get the car back home with the spare and then you and I can figure out the rest,” he assured, giving her arms a squeeze. “We can put our money together to repair this one or get a new one or something.”
“You shouldn’t tell Crosby, though. And I say that because if my sister did something like this, and later told me, I wouldn’t let her live it down. So for your sake and sanity, do not tell Crosby,” he warned before looking into the trunk, spotting the spare tire and all the tools to change it. Upsides to his girlfriend’s mother being a cop? She was always prepared.
“It’s looking like you won’t be going to prison after all,” he joked, pressing a kiss to her nose and picking up the jack and the spare from the trunk. He walked around to the front, kneeling down in front of the flat tire. “Could you just pass me the wrench from the back, please?”
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