she relaxed a fraction. “Tell them I’m not interested.”
“Ten minutes in the café.” He dropped his hands to his sides and took several steps back. “That’s it. And we should get moving before Numb Nuts comes around. I don’t like to put a guy down twice in one night. Could cause brain damage.”
What a humanitarian. Although she’d really rather not be around when Ricky woke up, either. Or when one of his sleazy “associates” rolled in. Or have G.I. Joe “put him down” again and cause brain damage. Or in Ricky’s cause, more brain damage.
“And it will save us both the trouble of me knocking on your door tomorrow,” he added.
He was as relentless as he looked, and she didn’t doubt him. “Ten minutes.” She’d rather hear what he had to say in a busy café than at her front door. “I’ll give you ten minutes and then I want you to tell my family to leave me alone.” Behind her, Ricky snorted and snored, and she looked back at him one last time as she moved toward the street.
“That’s all it will take.”
She walked beside him from the dark lot into the bright, crazy nightlife of Miami. Tubes of pink and purple neon lit up clubs and Art Deco hotels. Shiny cars with custom rims and booming systems thumped the pavement. Even at three in the morning, the party was still going strong.
“Maybe we should call an ambulance for Ricky,” she said as they passed a drunk tourist puking on a neon-blue palm tree.
“He’s not that hurt.” He moved closest to the street as he dug into a side pocket of his pants.
“He’s unconscious,” she pointed out.
“Maybe he’s a little hurt.” He pulled out a cell and punched a few numbers on his phone. “I’m on a traceable. I need you to call Ricky’s Rock ‘N’ Roll Saloon in Miami and tell them there’s someone passed out on their back doorstep.” He laughed as he took Stella’s elbow and turned the corner. The commanding touch was so brief, it was over before she had time to pull away. So brief, yet it left a hot imprint even after he dropped his hand. “Yeah. I’m sure he’s drunk.” He laughed again. They moved to the curb and he stuck out his arm like a security gate as he looked up and down the street. “I’m headed there in about an hour. It should go down easy.” Then he pointed at the café across the street as if he was in command. In charge. The boss.
No one was in charge of Stella. No one commanded her anymore. She was the boss. Not that it mattered. She’d give this guy ten minutes of her time and then it was sayonara, G.I. Joe.
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Excerpt from Run To You copyright © 2013 by Rachel Gibson.
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“Ten minutes in the café.” He dropped his hands to his sides and took several steps back. “That’s it. And we should get moving before Numb Nuts comes around. I don’t like to put a guy down twice in one night. Could cause brain damage.”
What a humanitarian. Although she’d really rather not be around when Ricky woke up, either. Or when one of his sleazy “associates” rolled in. Or have G.I. Joe “put him down” again and cause brain damage. Or in Ricky’s cause, more brain damage.
“And it will save us both the trouble of me knocking on your door tomorrow,” he added.
He was as relentless as he looked, and she didn’t doubt him. “Ten minutes.” She’d rather hear what he had to say in a busy café than at her front door. “I’ll give you ten minutes and then I want you to tell my family to leave me alone.” Behind her, Ricky snorted and snored, and she looked back at him one last time as she moved toward the street.
“That’s all it will take.”
She walked beside him from the dark lot into the bright, crazy nightlife of Miami. Tubes of pink and purple neon lit up clubs and Art Deco hotels. Shiny cars with custom rims and booming systems thumped the pavement. Even at three in the morning, the party was still going strong.
“Maybe we should call an ambulance for Ricky,” she said as they passed a drunk tourist puking on a neon-blue palm tree.
“He’s not that hurt.” He moved closest to the street as he dug into a side pocket of his pants.
“He’s unconscious,” she pointed out.
“Maybe he’s a little hurt.” He pulled out a cell and punched a few numbers on his phone. “I’m on a traceable. I need you to call Ricky’s Rock ‘N’ Roll Saloon in Miami and tell them there’s someone passed out on their back doorstep.” He laughed as he took Stella’s elbow and turned the corner. The commanding touch was so brief, it was over before she had time to pull away. So brief, yet it left a hot imprint even after he dropped his hand. “Yeah. I’m sure he’s drunk.” He laughed again. They moved to the curb and he stuck out his arm like a security gate as he looked up and down the street. “I’m headed there in about an hour. It should go down easy.” Then he pointed at the café across the street as if he was in command. In charge. The boss.
No one was in charge of Stella. No one commanded her anymore. She was the boss. Not that it mattered. She’d give this guy ten minutes of her time and then it was sayonara, G.I. Joe.
Copyright
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Excerpt from Run To You copyright © 2013 by Rachel Gibson.
BLUE BY YOU . Copyright © 2013 by Rachel Gibson. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins e-books.
EPub Edition SEPTEMBER 2013 ISBN: 9780062247490
Version 11082013
Print Edition ISBN: 9780062247506
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
About the Publisher
Australia
HarperCollins Publishers (Australia) Pty. Ltd.
Level 13, 201 Elizabeth Street
Sydney, NSW 2000, Australia
http://www.harpercollins.com.au
Canada
HarperCollins Canada
2 Bloor Street East - 20th Floor
Toronto, ON, M4W, 1A8, Canada
http://www.harpercollins.ca
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