Page 39 of Fever

Josiah turned to me and I to him.

“Can he be on his best behavior?” I asked. “I’d hate for one of my girls to smack him for something offensive he says.”

“That’s not what you should worry about.”

“Then what is?”

“If you get to your car and find you have an empty tank of gas, let me know.”

I pulled back and gasped. “He wouldn’t.”

Josiah shrugged. “Don’t worry. I’d beat him silly.”

The waitress Josiah had spoken about earlier approached us with more beverages than mouths we had to drink out of. I quickly took one off her hand. I had a feeling we were in for a crazy night being around Josiah’s crew.

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