what?â
Jacks sighs exasperatedly. âDid you two get it on?â
âNo, Jacks, we didnât consummate our new relationship,â I tell him. âIn case youâve forgotten, I was pretty banged up and drugged up last night. It wasnât exactly in the cards.â
Jacks scoffs. âThatâs no excuse.â
âIâm pretty sure it is,â I tell him. âI could barely move without wincing.â
âIf I were in your shoes, I wouldâve hit it,â he tells me. I open my mouth to argue with him, but I realize that an argument would just be a waste of time at this point. I could tell him that he wouldnât have had sex with a woman if he had just been shot and beaten, but in all honesty, I would probably be wrong. Jacks has done a lot more with a lot less.
âThatâs good to know,â I respond. Jacks nods.
âIâm going back downstairs, call me if you need anything.â He starts to exit and then turns around. âYou better get on top of that broad if youâre gonna do it. Otherwise, you should spread the wealth . . . with your downstairs neighbor.â With that, he turns and walks away. I get up from the chair and close the door behind him. I hobble to the futon and sit down. I gotta get some rest before Friday. I canât go the ball looking like a mess. I light up another cigarette as I reach beneath the futon and pull out my .45. I put my feet on the coffee table and hold the gun in my hand.
Itâll give me a chance to clean my collection. The way things have been going, I get the feeling Iâm going to need the whole arsenal.
Friday Night, Quarter till Ten
As I walk into Gold Note, two guys stumble out the front door and into the street. I watch in amusement at their fighting style. Itâs all wrong. They fight too clean. It loses its appeal quickly, and I enter the bar. Itâs busy, even for a Friday. I walk up to the bar to get a drink.
My wounds are feeling fine now. Vicodin works wonders. Especially when itâs coupled with rum. Every so often thereâs a pain, but itâs nothing I canât handle at this point. I just needed a few days to let it heal up. Tip-top condition. No one knows the difference. I slap a five on the bar.
âRum and Coke.â The bartender moves fast and I have a drink in my hand. Good service in this place. I pull an extra bill out of my pocket and set it on the counter. Now I get to play the waiting game. I still have a good fifteen minutes before my appointment. Thatâs enough time to get a couple of drinks. It would be enough time to get a house burger as well, but Iâm not all that hungry. Megan made me dinner the last two nights. She came over in the afternoon with two grocery bags full of food. The first night it was pasta, meatballs, and garlic bread. The second night it was chicken. We talked, reminiscing about the old days, and put away a couple bottles of wine. I wasnât entirely sure where the night was going to lead, but when all was said and done, we crawled into bed and spent the rest of the night passionately getting to know each other even better. Needless to say, I didnât get much sleep the last couple nights. Then, she made me breakfast in the morning and we took a shower together before she left. It was a little like playing house. I donât know how I feel about it. Sheâs a great cook, sheâs fun to talk to, and sheâs a wildcat in bed. Sheâs making it hard to distance myself. In a way, I donât want to. On the other hand, I have a job that makes having a relationship difficult.
I push Megan out of my thoughts, knowing that I have more important stuff to think about. I turn my attention to the people in the bar and quickly remember why I donât frequent this place. Judging by the pretty paper, I assume Iâm looking for a female. Thatâs all I know. At this point, thereâs not a lot of dames in
L.E Modesitt
Latrivia Nelson
Katheryn Kiden
Graham Johnson
Mort Castle
Mary Daheim
Thalia Frost
Darren Shan
B. B. Hamel
Stan & Jan Berenstain