heart to someone else and I am unavailable.”
“That is too bad,” she pouted.
“Yes, but you are a rich widow, so handsome men are going to be at your door in no time.”
“Handsome men are already at my door because I am grandfather’s favorite. None of them impress me, though,” she sighed. “Besides, do not tell my grandfather, but I think I am a gay.”
“Why do you think that?”
“I did not like the sex with Orlin at all.”
“Did he touch you yesterday?”
“No, no, he said not until after the wedding, but I wasn’t looking forward to that either.”
“I don’t think you should measure his taking of you last time as real sex. You may find it much more pleasant with someone you wish to sleep with.”
“Si?”
“I would at least wait for better information,” he suggested.
“Hmm, okay. Grandfather would not be happy if I was a gay. So, I will take your advice,” she decided.
Hank smiled and put his phone into the handsfree setup the Hummer had on the dash. He dialed Rivera.
“Bueno?”
“I have your granddaughter with me. If you give me an address in Tijuana to take her to, I would be happy to deliver her. And by the way, it appears that she is a rich widow now with a hacienda in El Cajon and two houses on the coast.”
“No,” Rivera said, and then what could only be the sound of a gunshot came through the speakers. “Now she is a rich widow. I can’t thank you enough, Hank. You have truly been a blessing to me. I will give you an address. And by the way, you are free and clear of any reprisals. All of the lieutenants are accounted for.”
Hank put the address into the GPS system. He continued to Lakeside to drop off his spoils before he headed south to Mexico. Explaining all of the cash and other items to the Border Patrol on the way back would be difficult.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Cynthia woke to Hank’s ringtone at four in the morning.
“Yes? Hank?”
“Where are you?”
“Spending the night with James. Where are you?”
“About to come up to the house. After that, I’m going to Mexico to drop off a young lady named Sibel, who was kidnapped and wants to go home.”
“Oh. Um, speaking of the house, we had some visitors yesterday.”
“I heard, and last I heard they were all dead.”
Cyn bit her lip. “Yes, all dead. But the house is, well … I had to use the hand grenade in the nightstand at the bottom of the stairs, so watch for the hole in the floor there, and I had to fire an Uzi through the bathroom wall into the stairwell. Also, the concussion grenades I took off the bad guys and set off on the patio broke just about every dish you own and most of the widows and — stop laughing, James, this is serious — anyway, Hank, it’s a mess. Oh, and all the guns laid out on the bed are mine. So is the cash and jewelry on the pool table.”
“So, to sum up,” Hank said, “you wrecked my house and spent the night with another man.”
“Ah, after having sex with a woman this morning, yes,” she added.
“I see. And how are you going to make this up to me?”
“I was thinking of the same thing you got Wednesday night, only with more enthusiasm on my part.”
“I’m on speakerphone dear,” Hank interrupted, and Cyn heard the sound of girlish giggles. “But yes, that sounds very inviting, if all parties are willing.”
“I’m sure they are, but I’ll check and get back to you.”
They said goodbye. She broke the connection and then slapped James on the arm. “Shut up! Can we go yet?”
“You and Daphne are having sex?”
“Yes,” she sighed, “but if you tell anyone, I’ll poke your amazingly sexy ass with a pin and not even feel bad about it at all.”
“Mum’s the word,” James said. “And yes, I think we can sneak out of here now, or at least give it a try.”
He used the night
“That is too bad,” she pouted.
“Yes, but you are a rich widow, so handsome men are going to be at your door in no time.”
“Handsome men are already at my door because I am grandfather’s favorite. None of them impress me, though,” she sighed. “Besides, do not tell my grandfather, but I think I am a gay.”
“Why do you think that?”
“I did not like the sex with Orlin at all.”
“Did he touch you yesterday?”
“No, no, he said not until after the wedding, but I wasn’t looking forward to that either.”
“I don’t think you should measure his taking of you last time as real sex. You may find it much more pleasant with someone you wish to sleep with.”
“Si?”
“I would at least wait for better information,” he suggested.
“Hmm, okay. Grandfather would not be happy if I was a gay. So, I will take your advice,” she decided.
Hank smiled and put his phone into the handsfree setup the Hummer had on the dash. He dialed Rivera.
“Bueno?”
“I have your granddaughter with me. If you give me an address in Tijuana to take her to, I would be happy to deliver her. And by the way, it appears that she is a rich widow now with a hacienda in El Cajon and two houses on the coast.”
“No,” Rivera said, and then what could only be the sound of a gunshot came through the speakers. “Now she is a rich widow. I can’t thank you enough, Hank. You have truly been a blessing to me. I will give you an address. And by the way, you are free and clear of any reprisals. All of the lieutenants are accounted for.”
Hank put the address into the GPS system. He continued to Lakeside to drop off his spoils before he headed south to Mexico. Explaining all of the cash and other items to the Border Patrol on the way back would be difficult.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Cynthia woke to Hank’s ringtone at four in the morning.
“Yes? Hank?”
“Where are you?”
“Spending the night with James. Where are you?”
“About to come up to the house. After that, I’m going to Mexico to drop off a young lady named Sibel, who was kidnapped and wants to go home.”
“Oh. Um, speaking of the house, we had some visitors yesterday.”
“I heard, and last I heard they were all dead.”
Cyn bit her lip. “Yes, all dead. But the house is, well … I had to use the hand grenade in the nightstand at the bottom of the stairs, so watch for the hole in the floor there, and I had to fire an Uzi through the bathroom wall into the stairwell. Also, the concussion grenades I took off the bad guys and set off on the patio broke just about every dish you own and most of the widows and — stop laughing, James, this is serious — anyway, Hank, it’s a mess. Oh, and all the guns laid out on the bed are mine. So is the cash and jewelry on the pool table.”
“So, to sum up,” Hank said, “you wrecked my house and spent the night with another man.”
“Ah, after having sex with a woman this morning, yes,” she added.
“I see. And how are you going to make this up to me?”
“I was thinking of the same thing you got Wednesday night, only with more enthusiasm on my part.”
“I’m on speakerphone dear,” Hank interrupted, and Cyn heard the sound of girlish giggles. “But yes, that sounds very inviting, if all parties are willing.”
“I’m sure they are, but I’ll check and get back to you.”
They said goodbye. She broke the connection and then slapped James on the arm. “Shut up! Can we go yet?”
“You and Daphne are having sex?”
“Yes,” she sighed, “but if you tell anyone, I’ll poke your amazingly sexy ass with a pin and not even feel bad about it at all.”
“Mum’s the word,” James said. “And yes, I think we can sneak out of here now, or at least give it a try.”
He used the night
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