girl he was talking about before realizing he meant her. His girl? He kept right on talking, ignoring her as she sidled up to the Amazon in blue jeans.
“I'm Randy and this is my girlfriend, Joyce. Look, this is really embarrassing, but my buddy and I and my best girl came out for a little fun last night, if you know what I mean.” He smiled and waggled his brows, and Jennifer's mouth dropped open. What the hell was he talking about? “Anyway, things got a little—heated and Joyce decided she didn't want to play anymore, and my pal took off and left us stranded without a ride.”
“What the…” Jinx started to say, but Remy flung his arm around her shoulders, yanked her against his side and nuzzled his face against hers, whispering in her ear, “Play along. I'm trying to get us out of here before Dubshenko shows up.”
“Randy, honey, you know that's not what happened. Tell the nice lady what your good buddy really wanted.”
The stranger smiled, and shifted the duffle bag onto the sidewalk. “Yeah, Randy, tell me the real story.”
Remy shut up fast, shooting daggers at Jinx. She knew he was trying to come up with a plausible alternative, but she couldn't resist yanking his chain.
“See, here's what really happened. Randy's pal, Joey, came along because he likes to party and he likes to drink. So, we're all doing shots last night, and Randy was getting all handsy and horny, and wanted to have a three-way.” Jinx shrugged and flipped her hair over her shoulder like it was no big deal, and Remy rubbed his forehead as though he had a major headache building.
“Anyway, Randy gets my shirt off, and he's working on my pants, when Joey says he's all for having a three-way, only he don't want me, he wants him.” She jerked her thumb at Remy, throwing a huge smile his way, and watched his hands clench into fists before he slowly uncurled his fingers. She'd bet he wanted to wrap those fingers around her throat and squeeze until she turned as red as a tomato and her eyes bulged.
“Baby, that's not exactly how it happened. You had an awful lot to drink; you're not remembering clearly.”
“Aw, come on snookums, I wasn't so drunk that I couldn't tell that another guy was putting the moves on my man. Joey couldn't have cared less about getting into my pants—he was too busy trying to get into yours.”
Jinx laughed and the other woman joined her as deep red heat crept up into Remy's cheeks.
“So what happened next?”
“Maybe we could finish this in your car?” Desperation tinged Remy's voice with just enough persuasion to get them all moving.
“Ain't got a car,” she answered.
Well, crap . Jennifer reached over and touched Remy's hand, a quick wrapping of her pinky finger around his before she let go. Just that bit of contact grounded her, kept her focused on the goal. They needed to get moving—and fast.
“Sorry to have bothered you then, ma'am. Honey, I guess we're gonna have to call your folks.” Remy looked pained as if the thought of talking to her parents was an onus hardship or something. Ha! If he only knew.
“Hold on, fella. Said I didn't have a car. Didn't mean I don't got no transportation.” She gestured toward the road and Jinx's eyes widened at the eighteen wheeler parked at the edge of the lot. Hallelujah! Dubshenko would never be looking for them in a big rig.
“Name's Ness.”
Remy reached forward and shook her hand. “Ness, we'd be much obliged if you could give us a ride. Which way are you heading?”
“This run's up to Shreveport, but I've got about a half-dozen stops along the way to make deliveries.”
Shreveport—right where they'd been headed. Far enough away from New Orleans and Dubshenko. Plus, he had a few other tricks up his sleeve once they got that far north. He smiled, feeling good for the first time since he'd walked out to the parking lot to find his baby missing.
“Honey, how'd you
“I'm Randy and this is my girlfriend, Joyce. Look, this is really embarrassing, but my buddy and I and my best girl came out for a little fun last night, if you know what I mean.” He smiled and waggled his brows, and Jennifer's mouth dropped open. What the hell was he talking about? “Anyway, things got a little—heated and Joyce decided she didn't want to play anymore, and my pal took off and left us stranded without a ride.”
“What the…” Jinx started to say, but Remy flung his arm around her shoulders, yanked her against his side and nuzzled his face against hers, whispering in her ear, “Play along. I'm trying to get us out of here before Dubshenko shows up.”
“Randy, honey, you know that's not what happened. Tell the nice lady what your good buddy really wanted.”
The stranger smiled, and shifted the duffle bag onto the sidewalk. “Yeah, Randy, tell me the real story.”
Remy shut up fast, shooting daggers at Jinx. She knew he was trying to come up with a plausible alternative, but she couldn't resist yanking his chain.
“See, here's what really happened. Randy's pal, Joey, came along because he likes to party and he likes to drink. So, we're all doing shots last night, and Randy was getting all handsy and horny, and wanted to have a three-way.” Jinx shrugged and flipped her hair over her shoulder like it was no big deal, and Remy rubbed his forehead as though he had a major headache building.
“Anyway, Randy gets my shirt off, and he's working on my pants, when Joey says he's all for having a three-way, only he don't want me, he wants him.” She jerked her thumb at Remy, throwing a huge smile his way, and watched his hands clench into fists before he slowly uncurled his fingers. She'd bet he wanted to wrap those fingers around her throat and squeeze until she turned as red as a tomato and her eyes bulged.
“Baby, that's not exactly how it happened. You had an awful lot to drink; you're not remembering clearly.”
“Aw, come on snookums, I wasn't so drunk that I couldn't tell that another guy was putting the moves on my man. Joey couldn't have cared less about getting into my pants—he was too busy trying to get into yours.”
Jinx laughed and the other woman joined her as deep red heat crept up into Remy's cheeks.
“So what happened next?”
“Maybe we could finish this in your car?” Desperation tinged Remy's voice with just enough persuasion to get them all moving.
“Ain't got a car,” she answered.
Well, crap . Jennifer reached over and touched Remy's hand, a quick wrapping of her pinky finger around his before she let go. Just that bit of contact grounded her, kept her focused on the goal. They needed to get moving—and fast.
“Sorry to have bothered you then, ma'am. Honey, I guess we're gonna have to call your folks.” Remy looked pained as if the thought of talking to her parents was an onus hardship or something. Ha! If he only knew.
“Hold on, fella. Said I didn't have a car. Didn't mean I don't got no transportation.” She gestured toward the road and Jinx's eyes widened at the eighteen wheeler parked at the edge of the lot. Hallelujah! Dubshenko would never be looking for them in a big rig.
“Name's Ness.”
Remy reached forward and shook her hand. “Ness, we'd be much obliged if you could give us a ride. Which way are you heading?”
“This run's up to Shreveport, but I've got about a half-dozen stops along the way to make deliveries.”
Shreveport—right where they'd been headed. Far enough away from New Orleans and Dubshenko. Plus, he had a few other tricks up his sleeve once they got that far north. He smiled, feeling good for the first time since he'd walked out to the parking lot to find his baby missing.
“Honey, how'd you
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