Page 84 of Yours for the Taking (Falling For A Rose)

“Yeah, yeah.”

“I’m serious.”

Carla sighed. “Okay, how are we supposed to smoke this in the club?”

“We could…go in the men’s bathroom, and I’ll lock the door.”

“Nice try.” She turned to walk away, and he grabbed her again.

“Hold on, hold on now.”

She shook out of his grip, folded her arms, and pursed her lips as she turned back to him—leaning into a hip.

“We can stand outside at the corner. It won’t take long.”

She peered at him and thought it over just as a quick dizzy spell hit her. Rubbing her forehead and shaking out of the spin, Carla looked back at him.

“You okay?” Lennox asked.

“I’m fine. Come on, let’s get this over with.”

They turned and exited the club together. Carla’s heels clocked against the cemented sidewalk. “Shit, I should’ve grabbed my coat.”

Lennox removed his jacket and covered her back and arms with it as they stopped at the corner.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” He lit the joint. “See, you should’ve given me another chance, girl. I’m telling you, I’m the love of your life.”

“How’s the wife, Lennox?”

He scowled at her and rolled his eyes, then passed her the joint.

“You know we’re not together. But you love to bring that shit up.”

“Aww, it must’ve ended badly since you’re all puffed up about it.” She hit the joint, then swayed again, another dizzy spell hitting her.

Lennox pierced his eyes at her. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I…” The joint dropped from her fingers to the ground. “I think I need to sit down.”

* * *

Carla’s lids fluttered open,the object in front of her indistinct. She moaned groggily, stretched her eyes, and blinked rapidly again.

“Mmmmh.” Her moans made her headache bang harder than before, and she winced.

“Here, drink this. It’ll help with the hangover.”

“Hangover?” Her vision cleared slowly. “What?”

“Drink this.”

Focusing on the hand in front of her, Carla’s gaze moved up a hairy arm to a familiar face.

“Lennox?”

“It’s been my name since birth.”

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