Brady Remington Landed Me in Jail

Brady still watched me as I watched Clarissa bend forward to display her perfect size C br**sts in front of Brady. They were displayed in a denim halter top that rode high on her waist. Her matching denim miniskirt rode low on her hips. From the golden tendrils that hung loose over her shoulders, the dangling earrings, and the glossed lips—I knew that every single guy at that gas station was watching our car. Clarissa drew attention. She just breathed and it came to her.

Brady waited until I nodded my permission and then he rolled down his window to grin. "Yo, Claris—what's up?"

Her smart green eyes snapped from Brady's naked chest to my flushed face and then back again. A corner of her mouth curved upwards. She drawled out, "Apparently I'm not that up…heard you got taken to the joint tonight."

Brady stiffened. "I'm out."

Clarissa gave him a full grin. "I can sorta see that, Brady."

Brady flashed a grin and relaxed against his seat. I watched as the old charisma was switched on. "Yeah, well the dude ripped my shirt. I couldn't go around wearing half a shirt, you know? That'd be stupid."

"I'm sure the ladies will enjoy it tonight." Clarissa's amusement dripped like honey, but her eyes trailed past Brady and found me. "Hi, Rayna."

"Hi, Clarissa." In just those two words, I wanted to disappear. I was sure that I'd said more than I wanted. I was okay with most of Brady's conquests and even the ones, like Clarissa, who stuck around to form friendships with him. They all knew about me and about the weird relationship I had with him, but none of them ever took me seriously until they were on the outs with Brady Remington. Then they couldn't understand why someone like me was always on the 'in' with him. Clarissa had hated me in the beginning, but over the years she'd come to show me respect. However, I didn't talk to them unless I was forced to…like now.

Clarissa watched me, but I hugged my sides and jerked my gaze towards the gas station's doors.

Brady laughed. "What's the word out there?"

A mocking grin formed at her mouth before she straightened and took her boobs away. She leaned a slim hip against the door instead. "You mean with Kid? People are excited, Brady. Kid's a legend, but whatever went down between the two of you is between the two of you. We're cool with that."

I heard Brady breathe easier and I didn't think, I just reacted, and I touched his arm to reassure him. He moved quickly and his hand found mine. When Clarissa turned and glanced down into the window Brady moved our hands out of her eyesight.

"I don't throw punches for no reason."

"We know that."

"Do you think you could give us a minute?"

Clarissa waved a perfectly manicured hand. "Don't worry about it. I'll send everyone packing."

"Thanks, Claris."

Clarissa slapped a hand on the door and lowered herself until her boobs were on display again. "If you're still up for some partying tonight, there's a kegger at Barthal's woods. You know the place."

Brady grinned and nodded. "I do."

Her green eyes switched to me. "Hope to see you there, to see you both. It's graduation week, Rayna. It's time to let loose before the real world comes knocking."

With a wink and a chuckle, Clarissa saluted her goodbye and sauntered away. It wasn't long before everyone left the gas station behind her.

Brady's eyes sparked. "Finally."

He was out the door before I could unclasp my own buckle.

CHAPTER THREE

We were in the back booth, enjoying our food or I was trying when Ned decided to join us. Brady greeted him with a big smile and I dropped my taco. I'd lost my appetite. When a customer came into the station, I picked it back up. Ned had to hurry off, but it wasn't long before we heard him coming back with two beer cans in hand and another surprise. Deputy Doug was behind him.

"What's wrong, Deputy Dog?" Brady grinned as he took one of the cans from Ned.

Deputy Doug slid into the booth by me. "I've got bad news, Brady."

His uniform seemed more wrinkled than it was an hour ago.

Even Ned grew silent. I watched as he pounded his chest and stopped a belch.

How considerate of him.

Then Brady's foot curled into my side on the booth and my hand clutched it. None of us were sure we wanted to hear what Deputy Doug had to say.

"I'm afraid that I have to tell you, Brady, that…the charges have been dropped!" Deputy Doug broke out in a wide smile and pounded a fist down. The beer cans rattled on the table. "Goddamn, boy, I don't know how you do it—but you did it again. The charges are dropped!"

Brady blinked in shock before he said anything. "I don't know…I don't know what I did, Deputy Dog. I didn't do anything…"

"Well, someone did. Frank Stephens doesn't back down from a fight and he just did." Deputy Doug grinned in relief and threw an arm on the booth's back.

Brady shook his head. "I can't believe this."

"Come on, tell me now. You were worried, weren't you?" Deputy Doug pumped his fists in the air, almost gleeful.

Brady laughed shakily, and then shot me a quick plea with his eyes.

I straightened and cleared my throat. "I can't believe that you programmed your cardboard Bigfoot to growl at customers, Ned. It was bad enough that he laughed at us when we walked in, but now he has to growl at us? I was scared to come in here. Do you want to scare customers off? What about all those little kids that come in after school?"