“How many times have you been in the car with a girl who threw her clothes out the window?”
“This is the first.”
“Exactly.” She dangled her bra out the window, hooking the strap with one finger.
“You might want to know there’s a car behind us,” I warned her.
She let the bra fly.
I barked out a laugh. If she wanted to make the night memorable, she’d certainly accomplished her mission.
“Shit,” I said. “It’s probably a preacher.”
I glanced at my totally naked girlfriend in the seat beside me, her dark hair whipping in the wind. I wanted to remember what she looked like in that moment.
And that was when I noticed a strange blue hue in the car. I glanced back up, checking my rearview mirror.
“And if it’s not a preacher, it could be the police.” Blue lights were approaching me. I hoped the police car would blow on by, en route to another call, but it quickly became apparent that wasn’t going to happen.
Francesca turned around and looked out the rear window. “Oh, shit,” she whispered. “I’m not wearing my seat belt.”