“Hey, Bob!” Bebe called out in a cheerful voice.
Did she know this guy?
Then, she did the unthinkable.
She slid around him, putting herself between him and the other man.
What. The. Hell.
Hadn’t they gone over this last night when they’d talked through her schedule and rules?
Not that she really had a schedule.
They’d made it clear to her that she should never get between them and a threat. And if they put her somewhere, then she damned well stayed there!
Okay, he hadn’t put it quite like that. But that’s what he’d meant.
“Bebe,” he said warningly, reaching out for her. “Get behind me.”
“Why? This is just Bob; he’s not a threat.” She stared up at the guy with a smile. “Bob’s a friend.”
Bob was a friend?
Throughout this, Bob didn’t say anything. But suddenly, he smiled, displaying the fact he only had about three teeth left in his mouth, and nodded.
“Bob is a friend?” Corbin repeated.
“Yep. What have you got for me today, Bob?”
“Found you some good pieces, Bebe.” Bob reached into his cart and Corbin tensed.
What the fuck? What if he drew out a gun?
Grabbing Bebe, Corbin drew her back just as Bob held up some pieces of . . . wood.
Wood?
Bebe shook off Corbin’s hold and he reluctantly let her go. It didn’t seem that Bob was a threat. Although he’d continue to watch him.
He was starting to wonder whether Barb was right and Bebe was really reckless. Or just uncaring of her personal safety.
Bebe oohed and aahed over the pieces of wood that didn’t look like anything special to him.
“I’ll give you twenty,” she said.
“Twenty, nah, they’re not worth that, Bebe. Give me five,” Bob countered.
“Bob, seriously. We’ve had this conversation. You’re supposed to negotiate up not down.”
Bob grinned that gap-tooth smile at her.
“Twenty, that’s my final offer. No arguments.”
“We both know they’re not worth that, girly, but I suppose if you’re gonna be stubborn about it . . .”
“You know me, Bob. Stubborn as an old goat.”
“And twice as ornery,” Bob finished as though it was something they often said.