Page 105 of Avenging Angel

I nodded my head. “Deal.”

I ended this one word on a small scream as I jumped when someone knocked hard on my window.

My heart racing, I looked to see a man leaning down and peering in. He was white, unattractive, and not surprisingly, skeevy.

“Can I help you?” I yelled through the window, my hand going to the ignition switch.

“You women gonna rent a room?” he yelled back.

“We’re waiting on somebody.” I was still yelling even if he was right there, just a window between us.

“Wait somewhere else. Parking is for customers only. Get the fuck out of here. Now.”

“Go,” Luna murmured.

I hit the ignition and called, “Thanks for your courtesy.”

He scowled and that made him downright ugly.

He also rapped on my window hard again, entirely unnecessarily.

“Get out of here before I flip this asshole off,” Luna warned.

I pulled out because I didn’t need Luna escalating anything. She tended to be pretty mellow, though she didn’t take a lot of shit. Still, even as long as I’d known her, you could always learn new things, and I was right then learning she didn’t have a lot of patience for impolite, skeevy guys.

“What an asshole,” she pointed out the obvious as I pulled out of the parking lot under his heaver glower. “He could have said please.”

“His momma didn’t raise him right, that’s for sure.”

We were on Roosevelt when Luna gave out a little scream this time, doing it as one of the burners dinged with a text.

“Holy shit,” she whispered.

“What is it?”

“I don’t know. I’m scared of it.”

“Read it!” I demanded.

She grabbed the phone off the console, flipped it open and read it.

Then she started laughing.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s from Jinx. It says, ‘Stupid bitches also park in the fucking lot.’ And then there’s about twelve rolling on the floor laughing emojis, the same of rolling eye emojis, but about twenty side eye emojis.”

That was when I started laughing.

“I think I like her,” Luna decreed.

“Me too,” I said. “Gotta dig a woman who can pull off a good side eye, even in emoji form.”

“Totes,” she replied. “We done for tonight?”

It was nearing nine. Cap said he’d probably be in around ten, but we had to drop off the car, get ours back, and then get home.

“I am.”

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