Page 16 of Saving Bonnie

“You may not realize, but you’ve zoned out more than once already.”

Kassy isn’t wrong. My lack of attention does have something to do with being in bed. Only it isn’t sleep calling to me, it’s Bunny and her uninhibited responses to the smallest touch. The taste of her is still fresh in my mind. If I’d had another condom, I’d probably still be tangled in her sheets.

“I’m good,” I assure her. “Just need Olga Villa to show up so we can track down the motherfucker.”

She exhales heavily. “Sorry, no Olga so far. Bonnie’s had a bunch of Border Patrol agents come in.” She breaks into a huge grin. “Apparently they really like having her at the counter now.”

Assholes.

“And a couple of busybodies who gave her grief.”

My back stiffens as I give the screen a hard glare. “What do you mean?”

“I couldn’t tell what they were saying.” She shrugs, tightening the corner of her lips. “But they sent her enough side glances, I could tell they were being catty.”

“Oh.” I settle into the couch. “So, nothing to do with Olga?”

“No, haters gonna hate.”

I may not like the women, or the border patrol guys, but Bonnie is a sight to see. And the damn apron only calls attention to her chest. “Watch for Olga or anybody looking suspicious.”

She rolls her eyes, lowering her lids with exaggerated patience. “The facial recognition software is programmed to find her.”

Bonnie’s Terminator comment echoes in my mind. “Don’t put all your money on having a machine do the work. Nothing’s better than a sharp eye.”

At the corner of my screen, Kassy’s head bobs to one side, her eyes scrunch as she peers at me. “You’re not into the machine uprising theory, are you?”

“Nah.”

“It’s just the weirdest thing,” she says, perplexed. “I swear I saw you smile.”

I hadn’t thought much on the comment, but I suppose Bonnie does have a way of amusing me. Still, I hitch a brow. “Are you sure you’re not the one needing to get some rest.”

She looks at me with a skeptical twist of her lips. “I don’t know, man. What if they already got to you and you don’t even realize it.” She stiffens, staring ahead with blank eyes as the sparkly cat ears on her beanie catch the light. “I am good,” she mimics in a robotic voice. Her lips twitch, and her attention cuts back to me.

“Hilarious,” I reply without an ounce of amusement. Another agent, Immigration this time, gives her a smile as his eyes dance around, trying not to stare at her rack. At least until she turns toward the credit card machine. With her head down, he has the freedom to check her out while she’s distracted.

Who the fuck does this guy think he is? Pressing an F key, I switch the view to full screen. While he hasn’t done more than the typical douche, I still make a quick assessment to decide how I’d choose to kill him, if I had to.

“This guy’s a hottie, and he knows it,” Kassy points out. “He’ll chat her up, but I bet you she’ll blow him off.”

Intrigued, I watch the scene unfold.

“Can you tell what he’s saying?”

“He’s asking if she’s okay…she’s been acting odd.” Amateur lipreading. Not hard when you have an idea of what’s going on. But deciphering if they’re using English or Spanish is another thing.

“Look at the cosplay smile she’s giving him.”

Yes, Bunny’s playing close to the vest. “She’s telling him she needs to get someone else to help in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, her body language is practically saying ‘go away.’”

If this is her regular level of attention, why isn’t she hooking up with someone? Or maybe we haven’t seen who she’s with. With Kassy adding her own flair to the search, she’s sure to mention anyone catching Bunny’s eye. I’ll have to keep the camera in mind when I’m on-site.

That still leaves the part that bothers me the most. Why is she letting her life go to shit if she has options? The bank should be able to do something about the money pulled from her account. Half her problem would be gone.

“See what you can find on her.”

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