Page 73 of Playing with Fire

While he made scowling sexy, the narrowing of his eyes promised retribution in some form later. “It’s too early in the morning for you to be in such a good mood without sex being involved.”

Perky and Nilman choked. The older cop turned his head and coughed.

It took a great deal of effort, but I swallowed my laughter. “Quinn.”

“What?”

“You’re embarrassing the cops.”

“Cops? What cops? I don’t see any cops here. I see two hitchhikers and my beautiful wife.” Quinn stifled a yawn and looked Perky and Nilman over. “We didn’t leave you at the courthouse?”

Perky smacked the back of my husband’s head. “Mrs. Quinn, can you control him? It’s too early in the morning to put up with him being a smart ass when I’m not being paid for it.”

Maybe I should have left them sleeping in the SUV while I dealt with the CDC. “Just get out of the damned car so we can head back to New York sometime today. And Quinn, you may not kill anyone with our wedding certificate. Actually, don’t kill anyone at all.”

“If they hurt you, I’m killing them.”

Oh boy. We hadn’t been married for even a day, and we were going to need to have a long talk about when—if—killing someone was appropriate. “Don’t kill anyone. I mean it.”

“Why not?”

Losing my temper and breaking my own rule by killing Quinn wouldn’t help anything, and I needed to keep him around for a long time. I sighed. “Perky, explain this to him in small words he can easily understand.”

“She wants you for your body. You should be grateful she’s willing to put up with you. That said, I don’t want a new boss. If we make it out of here without excessive violence, I won’t tell anyone at the station you married Gardener during a courtroom brawl.”

I frowned and leveled a glare at Perky. “Is there a reason my enslavement of Chief Quinn needs to be kept a secret? Am I a closet wife or something? I’m pretty sure I should be offended.”

“No. I’m concerned everyone at the station will die of shock if you spring the news on them without warning. I was prepared since I saw you two in the hospital. Nilman almost choked to death on his coffee when your husband told him we were headed to Virginia so you two could get married. We need to acclimate the others to the idea.” Flashing a grin at me, Perky freed himself from his seatbelt and the blanket.

Nilman chuckled. “It was pretty obvious once I stopped to think about it.”

Shaking my head over the trio of police officers, I got out of Perky’s SUV and tossed him his keys. “I’m going to be clear on something right now, Mr. Chief of Police Quinn. Suzy still dies. I will not tolerate any competition or bad coffee. We clear?”

Quinn scowled. “Crystal. Fine, no more bad coffee. Poor Suzy.”

I chuckled, and to soften the blow to his poor abused pride, I said, “Hey. Do you have any transformative pills on you? I’m thinking I’ll go up as a unicorn and light his hair on fire.”

“No, Bailey. If I can’t assault him, neither can you.”

“Damn.”

It took some snarling at the receptionist to get an appointment with Marshal Clemmends, and she made us wait for an hour and a half to see him. I spent it drinking coffee and cursing under my breath while Quinn, Perky, and Nilman used their phones to work. As far as I could tell, Quinn issued the orders, Perky hunted down information, and Nilman relayed messages. If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought they were at their desks rather than inside the CDC’s cafeteria.

An hour into the wait, I decided they’d probably forgive me for sneaking off to deal with Clemmends on my own—maybe. If Quinn had been paying a little more attention to me, he would’ve noticed me slipping away. I tiptoed my way to the elevators and finished the rest of my wait in the reception.

The secretary glared at me when she thought I wasn’t watching. Her phone rang, and she answered in a murmur. When she hung up, she sighed. “He’ll see you now.”

I considered myself lucky she bothered to gesture to the huge oak door leading into the man’s office. While I understood I had probably made her life difficult demanding to see him, Clemmends had caused the whole situation in the first place. I got up, lifted my chin, and let myself inside.

For some reason, I had expected a fat slob of a man. Instead, I got a thin, older man in a classic suit seated behind a sleek black desk. He had company, and I grimaced when I recognized two of the three gorgons.

Yippee. Quinn wouldn’t get mad at me if I beat up his cousin a second time, would he? While I thought about it, I turned my attention to my new grandfather-in-law, noting he was the only gorgon who wasn’t wearing sunglasses. “Oh, look. It’s the old man.”

My stupid mouth was going to get me in trouble again.

Every last one of his coral snakes hissed at me. I hissed back. Quinn’s grandfather relaxed and chuckled, and his snakes settled and quieted. “Good morning, Bailey. How was the drive?”

“The babies fell asleep the instant they got into the car and didn’t budge until we got here. I left them in the cafeteria doing cop stuff. You?”