As Jameson exited jail, Paul smirked. “How’s life in the slammer, Risky Biscuits? Please tell me you were violated.”

Jameson hadn’t been violated exactly, but he was not in the greatest of moods. Moments earlier, Officer Milo and Sassy pretty much blackmailed him into seeing Becca again.

“I know my rights,” he said. “And I’m not talking to you until I see my attorney.”

“I can see the future kid,” Officer Milo said. “And this works out in one of two ways: either you agree to our terms and walk, or you take your chances here with Bubba and Blue.”

“Come on, Jamey,” Sassy pleaded. “Can’t we start working toward the same goal? I mean, 24 hours ago you were ripe for Becca, has that much really changed?”

“Yes, it really has.”

“Ok, word on the street is your gal pal has consented to an arranged marriage,” Sassy played her trump card, hoping to plant a seed of doubt. “She’s hopping on a plane right now.“

“I’ll do it,” he said, but only because he would do anything to get to the airport. Anything.