Deborah Brown - Madison Westin 06 - Revenge in Paradise by Deborah Brown

so.” She cracked her door open and squeezed back inside like a woman with something to hide, and threw the deadbolt.
    “Who is he?” I demanded from Mac.
    “She came home early from her shift at the hospital, helped some guy with dark hair and a fine ass in a pair of blue jeans out of her car, half-drug him inside and haven’t seen her since.”
    “Shirl does have a point, you do tend to poke your nose into everyone’s business around here,” Fab snickered.

 
     
     
Chapter 13
     
     
    “Where are the keys?” Fab ripped the kitchen drawers open one by one and ended up rooting through the junk drawer.
    “Not in there, I guess,” I said. I amused myself by watching her pace around the island and into the entryway, still searching. It pained me to end the game so quickly, but I took them out of my pocket and hung them on my index finger.
    She stopped in her tracks and stared. “I can’t believe you!” She stalked over and reached out to grab them from my hands.
    I jiggled them, and then pulled them back just out of her reach and scooted around her.
    Fab grabbed the back of my top as I reached for the front door handle. “You’re the meanest friend ever,” she whined. “You just sat and watched while I got all aggravated. I should’ve known. The smirk on your face should have been my tip off.”
    I frowned and made sniffling sounds, screwing up my lips so that I wouldn’t laugh.
    “I never get to drive my own SUV.” I pointed at the window. “Look!” I said, and ran out the door.
    “Where do you learn these juvenile tricks?” she yelled after me.
    “I lucked out and got an older brother.” I laughed.
    “Please,” she said, and pulled on my arm. “It’s a long drive, my nerves can’t take it. Next time we’re going around the corner, you can drive. I promise.”
    “Too much drama.” I shook my finger. “I texted Creole about our meeting with the chief, he wrote back that if we needed bail money to let him know.”
    “What do you suppose Harder wants anyway?” she growled.
    “I don’t know, but could you try your hardest not to get us arrested?” I looked at her and she glared. “You should enjoy life while you can; Creole said he still plans to strangle you. Luckily for you, he’s been busy.”
    “That means you blamed our last adventure on me.” Fab grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the driver’s side door, and jumped in, hitting the lock.
    I smirked at her, holding the keys out.
    She bounced around in the driver’s seat, lowering the window a smidge to stick her fingers out.
    I shook my head and walked around, getting in. “Everyone knows you’re the instigator and I just go along for the fun,” I said, handing her the keys. “In some cases, it’s clear we don’t agree on the definition of fun. Don’t tell me you don’t use the same tactic and blame everything on sweet Madison.”
    She snorted. “You bet I do. I gave Didier the watered-down truthful version. He laughed in my face, and then punished me for lying.”
    “You okay?” I blushed deep red. “You know I hear noises sometimes.”
    She sniffed. “He’d never hurt me.”
    This was truly none of my business but I blurted out, “Then what?”
    “No orgasm all night.”
    My mouth dropped open, and I started laughing until my eyes filled with tears.
    Fab scowled at me, her mouth drawn into a tight line.
    “You really need to stop reading erotica,” I said, and continued to laugh. “I’ve seen those naughty books you try to hide, so don’t deny it.”
    She blasted the horn, pulling up alongside a hot Ferrari, and gunned the engine. I saw the man turn and laugh before she screamed around him, flying down the highway.
    “Didier’s good for me. I don’t want to screw up our relationship. He reassured me this morning he’s not going anywhere.”
    I liked Didier and our newly formed foursome and, selfishly, wanted no changes. “The four of us should go out on a date night.”
    “You’ve never