my lips. “Because I really don’t think anyone should be alone.”
“Plus, I could scrub your back.” Tiger gave Minx wink.
Minx rolled off her stomach into a sitting position then stood up. “Tiger can come, but no back scrubbing. We clear?”
Tiger gave a gigantic sigh, but from the look in his eye, I bet he tried to convince Minx a few more times to share a shower. “I suppose so.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
After a few minutes, Mary and I walked into the hallway. I was busy talking to Mary and didn’t notice that I was about to run into Cold until she grabbed my elbow.
I gasped. “Sorry, Cold, I wasn’t expecting anyone.”
Cold sneered at me while Kandi hovered behind him. “Ya, whatever, Kandi wants to ask you something.” He turned to her. “Geez, we found them. Go ahead and ask.”
She had a wide smile on her face. “The bathrooms we used earlier had a shower in them. I was hoping to use one.”
“I’m going back to the dining room.” Cold threw over his shoulder as he left.
She turned to watch him leave, the smile slipping as her eyes narrowed. She turned back to me, the big, fake smile back in place.
No way was I going to offer her our shower. I didn’t want her in our room, free to poke through our things, or even worse, be naked in my bathroom. I would need to bleach the entire place before I could shower again. And obviously, the bathrooms she’d used earlier were still off limits until Mac’s body was removed. “Those bathrooms are closed off. Sorry.”
“There are other bathrooms, on the gun side of the center,” Mary offered. She was a nicer person than I was to find a solution.
I turned to Kandi. “Oh, I forgot about those. Do you need anything to shower?”
Kandi patted a huge designer bag covered in logos hanging off an arm. “Like all women, I keep everything I need in here.”
“You carry soap with you?” I didn’t think I had anything like that in my purse.
She looked at me, puzzled. “Soap, a hand towel, make up and several pairs of extra undies. You don’t?”
“Several pairs?” slipped out before I could stop myself. There are several reasons that someone might need to carry several pairs, and all were private reasons.
Kandi rolled her eyes at me. “I should have known by looking at you two that you wouldn’t understand. If you every want to learn how to get ahead in life, let me know. I’ll show you how to use your real assets . Especially you, Mary, you’re young and have that exotic oriental thing going on.”
“I’m from Minnesota. Plus, rugs are oriental. People are Asian,” Mary said.
Kandi rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”
As we walked down the hallways, the answer to the question of whether Kandi was looking rough or not was obvious. The promotion images on the MacSight booth had been heavily altered. Thin lines from the corner of her eyes, like the kind starting around my own, showed her as slightly older and the dull orangey tint of her skin indicated a spray-tanning obsession. Her hair had a thick section dyed a brassy, unnatural red, which offset the dull-blond section. Overall, her hair had been processed to the breaking point. Her breasts were high and close together, with deep vertical wrinkles between them; her ribs were visible. I tried to look past the heavy makeup slathered on her, but it was hard to see through that many layers.
Her husband had been killed earlier that day. She deserved some kindness. “How are you holding up?”
“Fine, I guess. It’s been really tough, but I’ll get the money soon then buy it back.”
We walked on for a few strides. Her answer soaked in, and it didn’t fit the question I’d asked. I stopped and blinked. “What?”
She stopped and blinked back as though we were in competition to see who was more confused. She gasped with dawning realization. “Oh that, I’m doing okay. I can’t believe I’m a widow.” Her tone was hard to place—was she sad or excited to be a widow?
But more than
“Plus, I could scrub your back.” Tiger gave Minx wink.
Minx rolled off her stomach into a sitting position then stood up. “Tiger can come, but no back scrubbing. We clear?”
Tiger gave a gigantic sigh, but from the look in his eye, I bet he tried to convince Minx a few more times to share a shower. “I suppose so.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
After a few minutes, Mary and I walked into the hallway. I was busy talking to Mary and didn’t notice that I was about to run into Cold until she grabbed my elbow.
I gasped. “Sorry, Cold, I wasn’t expecting anyone.”
Cold sneered at me while Kandi hovered behind him. “Ya, whatever, Kandi wants to ask you something.” He turned to her. “Geez, we found them. Go ahead and ask.”
She had a wide smile on her face. “The bathrooms we used earlier had a shower in them. I was hoping to use one.”
“I’m going back to the dining room.” Cold threw over his shoulder as he left.
She turned to watch him leave, the smile slipping as her eyes narrowed. She turned back to me, the big, fake smile back in place.
No way was I going to offer her our shower. I didn’t want her in our room, free to poke through our things, or even worse, be naked in my bathroom. I would need to bleach the entire place before I could shower again. And obviously, the bathrooms she’d used earlier were still off limits until Mac’s body was removed. “Those bathrooms are closed off. Sorry.”
“There are other bathrooms, on the gun side of the center,” Mary offered. She was a nicer person than I was to find a solution.
I turned to Kandi. “Oh, I forgot about those. Do you need anything to shower?”
Kandi patted a huge designer bag covered in logos hanging off an arm. “Like all women, I keep everything I need in here.”
“You carry soap with you?” I didn’t think I had anything like that in my purse.
She looked at me, puzzled. “Soap, a hand towel, make up and several pairs of extra undies. You don’t?”
“Several pairs?” slipped out before I could stop myself. There are several reasons that someone might need to carry several pairs, and all were private reasons.
Kandi rolled her eyes at me. “I should have known by looking at you two that you wouldn’t understand. If you every want to learn how to get ahead in life, let me know. I’ll show you how to use your real assets . Especially you, Mary, you’re young and have that exotic oriental thing going on.”
“I’m from Minnesota. Plus, rugs are oriental. People are Asian,” Mary said.
Kandi rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”
As we walked down the hallways, the answer to the question of whether Kandi was looking rough or not was obvious. The promotion images on the MacSight booth had been heavily altered. Thin lines from the corner of her eyes, like the kind starting around my own, showed her as slightly older and the dull orangey tint of her skin indicated a spray-tanning obsession. Her hair had a thick section dyed a brassy, unnatural red, which offset the dull-blond section. Overall, her hair had been processed to the breaking point. Her breasts were high and close together, with deep vertical wrinkles between them; her ribs were visible. I tried to look past the heavy makeup slathered on her, but it was hard to see through that many layers.
Her husband had been killed earlier that day. She deserved some kindness. “How are you holding up?”
“Fine, I guess. It’s been really tough, but I’ll get the money soon then buy it back.”
We walked on for a few strides. Her answer soaked in, and it didn’t fit the question I’d asked. I stopped and blinked. “What?”
She stopped and blinked back as though we were in competition to see who was more confused. She gasped with dawning realization. “Oh that, I’m doing okay. I can’t believe I’m a widow.” Her tone was hard to place—was she sad or excited to be a widow?
But more than
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