feel about heading on up to Shreveport? Maybe we can find a nice little chapel up there and get hitched.”
“H…hitched?” Jinx sputtered, barely able spit out the word. “Married? You want to get married?”
“Well sure, sugar, we've always said we would eventually. After last night, I need to get a ring on your finger ASAP. What do you say? Want to be Mrs. Randy?” Remy leered at her, waggling his eyebrows suggestively, and it took every ounce of restraint to keep from popping him smack in the middle of his pearly whites. Idiot. Didn't he realize Ness would want to come to the wedding? Then she paused—wait, he doesn't know any better—he'd never run a successful scam. He was a cop. Oh, well, they'd have a long spell on the drive where she'd come up with a believable story. After all, once a grifter, always a grifter.
“Oh, baby, yes!” She squealed, throwing herself into his arms and pressing kisses all over his face, studiously avoiding his lips. She kept her eyes on Ness's face over his shoulder and caught the brief glint of tears welling up in her eyes. Yep, Ness was an easy mark. Remy grabbed her and twirled in circles, spinning her around faster and faster, his laughter filling the air.
“Sweetheart, you won't be sorry, I promise.”
The only one going to be sorry for this mess is you, ya big schmuck .
“If y'all plan on riding with me a spell, we need to hit the road. Gotta be honest with ya though, it ain't gonna be a straight shot. Like I said, I've got half a dozen stops along the way for deliveries.” Ness turned away from them, and sauntered over to her truck, an impressive site as her triple-D's led the parade. Jinx squinted against the early morning sunlight thinking Ness looked exactly how she'd picture a female trucker to look. Tall, strong, the kind of woman who wouldn't take crap from anybody.
Ness swung open the passenger side door before she continued around to the driver's side, hitched herself up into the driver's seat, tugged the ball cap further down and slipped on a pair of aviator sunglasses. Remy turned to Jinx and held out his hand.
“Coming, sweetheart?” He grinned and she slapped her hand into his, wincing at the tight grip when he crushed her fingers in his grasp.
“You are so going to pay for this, cop.” Jinx pasted on a saccharine sweet smile and waved at Ness as they started across the parking lot.
“Now, honey, is that any way to talk to your fiance? The man of your dreams?”
“Don't you mean the man of Joey's dreams, sweetie?”
Jinx stole a glance at him from beneath her lashes, surprised when he let out a belly laugh and hugged her against his side when they got to the truck. He seemed a lot cheerier than he'd been just a few minutes ago when he'd discovered his motorcycle missing. She took a deep breath and the humidity struck her like a blow to the solar plexus. Even though it was early morning the heat had already started climbing, and would probably be in the nineties again by late afternoon.
Remy leaned in closer, his lips against her ear and whispered, “You don't have a thing to worry about. Joey can't hold a candle to you.” His lips brushed against her cheek as he pulled back, helping her into the truck's cab with a boost, his hand landing a distinct slap against her ass. The skin tingled and burned where he'd touched it. Had he done that on purpose, or was it an accident?
“Perv.”
She climbed between the seats into a small sleeping compartment behind them, and Remy plopped down into the passenger seat, tossing a smile over his shoulder as he buckled his seatbelt. Within minutes they were on the road, headed north and away from New Orleans. Jinx realized she hadn't once thought about Dubshenko, Carlo or the mess they'd left behind. Though she felt guilty about leaving her brother, a deep-seated feeling of freedom soared within, something she hadn't felt in a very
“H…hitched?” Jinx sputtered, barely able spit out the word. “Married? You want to get married?”
“Well sure, sugar, we've always said we would eventually. After last night, I need to get a ring on your finger ASAP. What do you say? Want to be Mrs. Randy?” Remy leered at her, waggling his eyebrows suggestively, and it took every ounce of restraint to keep from popping him smack in the middle of his pearly whites. Idiot. Didn't he realize Ness would want to come to the wedding? Then she paused—wait, he doesn't know any better—he'd never run a successful scam. He was a cop. Oh, well, they'd have a long spell on the drive where she'd come up with a believable story. After all, once a grifter, always a grifter.
“Oh, baby, yes!” She squealed, throwing herself into his arms and pressing kisses all over his face, studiously avoiding his lips. She kept her eyes on Ness's face over his shoulder and caught the brief glint of tears welling up in her eyes. Yep, Ness was an easy mark. Remy grabbed her and twirled in circles, spinning her around faster and faster, his laughter filling the air.
“Sweetheart, you won't be sorry, I promise.”
The only one going to be sorry for this mess is you, ya big schmuck .
“If y'all plan on riding with me a spell, we need to hit the road. Gotta be honest with ya though, it ain't gonna be a straight shot. Like I said, I've got half a dozen stops along the way for deliveries.” Ness turned away from them, and sauntered over to her truck, an impressive site as her triple-D's led the parade. Jinx squinted against the early morning sunlight thinking Ness looked exactly how she'd picture a female trucker to look. Tall, strong, the kind of woman who wouldn't take crap from anybody.
Ness swung open the passenger side door before she continued around to the driver's side, hitched herself up into the driver's seat, tugged the ball cap further down and slipped on a pair of aviator sunglasses. Remy turned to Jinx and held out his hand.
“Coming, sweetheart?” He grinned and she slapped her hand into his, wincing at the tight grip when he crushed her fingers in his grasp.
“You are so going to pay for this, cop.” Jinx pasted on a saccharine sweet smile and waved at Ness as they started across the parking lot.
“Now, honey, is that any way to talk to your fiance? The man of your dreams?”
“Don't you mean the man of Joey's dreams, sweetie?”
Jinx stole a glance at him from beneath her lashes, surprised when he let out a belly laugh and hugged her against his side when they got to the truck. He seemed a lot cheerier than he'd been just a few minutes ago when he'd discovered his motorcycle missing. She took a deep breath and the humidity struck her like a blow to the solar plexus. Even though it was early morning the heat had already started climbing, and would probably be in the nineties again by late afternoon.
Remy leaned in closer, his lips against her ear and whispered, “You don't have a thing to worry about. Joey can't hold a candle to you.” His lips brushed against her cheek as he pulled back, helping her into the truck's cab with a boost, his hand landing a distinct slap against her ass. The skin tingled and burned where he'd touched it. Had he done that on purpose, or was it an accident?
“Perv.”
She climbed between the seats into a small sleeping compartment behind them, and Remy plopped down into the passenger seat, tossing a smile over his shoulder as he buckled his seatbelt. Within minutes they were on the road, headed north and away from New Orleans. Jinx realized she hadn't once thought about Dubshenko, Carlo or the mess they'd left behind. Though she felt guilty about leaving her brother, a deep-seated feeling of freedom soared within, something she hadn't felt in a very
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