Page 89 of Loco

It was the first time we’d been alone in our new home. The silence, until now, had been soothing for a change. It had given me the chance to hear some of the nightlife outside. I raised my hands and curled them around the arm over my chest. “Very.” I let him direct me over to the couch where he sat down, spread his legs, and arranged me how he liked me in between them. I tilted my head sideways to meet his eyes. “You called?”

He nodded. “Yeah, babe. Doc’s making sure Leslie gets treatment. He’s made it clear that it’s the only thing that’s going to keep her out of prison.”

I sighed and leaned my head back against his chest. His arms were crisscrossed over my upper body, holding me tight. I was glad that Leslie was going to get the help she needed. She was young and had her whole life ahead of her.

Looking back on the night that she’d confronted us outside of The Eatery, I’d been so focused on her and the reality that she’d been about to shoot Loco that I hadn’t noticed Doc waiting in the shadows. He hadn’t left with the others after all. An unexpected call had delayed him from going, and he’d still been on the phone, straddling his bike, when Leslie had approached us. He’d watched to see what was going to happen, and once he’d seen the gun in her hands and determined that Leslie was unstable, he’d snuck up behind her. It had all ended quickly after that. He’d wrapped his arms around her, chopped the gun from her hand, and it had fallen to the ground.

He’d told us to get gone, and he’d handled it from there.

I later found out that Doc had taken her to the hospital and had her admitted for evaluation. From there, she’d gone into an inpatient psychiatric rehab facility, and was now continuing treatment as an outpatient. Doc had been keeping tabs on her and making sure that she followed through with her treatment plan. He hadn’t had to do that, but as a physician, he’d taken an oath to help others.

“I’m glad she’s getting help. She’s too young to throw her life away.”

Loco grunted.

“You guys really are good people.”

Another grunt. “It could have easily gone the other way.”

“But it didn’t.”

“Don’t doubt it, baby. If she’d of pulled the trigger, Doc would have ended her life.”

I shivered. I didn’t doubt that. “Let’s talk about something else.”

“Want to talk about the size of my dick?” I could hear the smile in his voice, and giggled in turn but remained silent. “When do you go back to work?”

“Monday. Why?”

“Was thinking I’d take you out to Sunrise Heights this weekend.”

“What’s Sunrise Heights?” I’d heard the name before. “Is that some special place?”

“Yeah. Very special.”

“Special like the Grand Canyon? I’ve always wanted to go there.”

He exhaled. “Depends on your perspective, darlin’.”

Oh.

“We can take a picnic lunch, if you want.”

“I like the sound of that!” I responded excitedly. “I’ve never been on a picnic.”

“For real?”

“For real.”

He made an unidentifiable sound. “Well then, you’re going to really love Sunrise Heights.”

“I can’t wait!” I brought his hand up and kissed the back of it. “We can have wine, and lay out on a blanket, and just enjoy the afternoon.” I turned to look up at him. “We can make love beneath the open sky.” And then something occurred to me. “As long as there’s no one around. Is this a public place?”

Loco shook his head with amusement in his eyes.

“Then we can do the dirty,” I teased, wiggling my eyebrows. “I’ll wear a skirt so you’ll have easy access.”

He just laughed, but there was a secret gleam in his eyes. Before I could question it, he pulled me up and kissed me. It was the kind of kiss that made me forget everything but the man. I gave him my all because he never held back, and by the time he pulled away my lips were swollen and wet, and I was tingling all over.

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