Page 97 of Renard's Deliverance

What have you done?

I swear you’re a lot of fucking work for a hole! If you weren’t so damn good at blow jobs, I wouldn’t waste my fucking time!

“I’m gonna be sick,” she mumbled before a garbage can was shoved in front of her by Lilac.

She gagged, but since she’d barely eaten today there wasn’t anything to come up.

“Oh, Opal,” Ryleigh said, rubbing her back. “You poor thing. What can we do?”

Lilac put the garbage can down. “We’ll go get you the liquid stuff.”

“I’ll get it on my lunch break. Promise.”

“You’re looking a bit pale,” Ryleigh said. “Maybe you should go home and rest.”

“Pale? Me? I don’t think so!” She’d looked pale this morning, though, when she’d woken up. Which is why she’d put extra make-up on.

Crap.

How bad did she look? She searched through her handbag for a mirror and held it up.

Fuck.

She did look like shit.

“I need to put some more makeup on. I can’t believe you can see the bags under my eyes.”

This wasn’t acceptable.

It couldn’t be happening.

“Opal, it’s fine, no one will notice,” Ryleigh told her.

“I’ll notice,” she grumbled as she grabbed her foundation from her handbag.

“You could have called us, you know,” Lilac said to her. “We would have helped you clear the carpet out and move furniture.”

“Ah, honey, I think you’ve forgotten about your man. No way is a Malone letting either of you lift heavy furniture or move shit around,” she replied.

“They aren’t the boss of us,” Ryleigh said hotly.

Lilac and Opal turned to look at her.

“What?” Ryleigh said defensively. “All the men in this town can be so darn bossy. They need to tone it down. If I want to dress up and go dancing, I can do that without needing a whole police escort.”

Now, this sounded way more interesting than her back pain.

“What did Deputy Hottie do now?” Opal asked.

“Deputy Dickhead more like,” Ryleigh muttered. “Apparently, I’m far too innocent and sweet to go drinking and dancing without him. What does he think is gonna happen?”

“Wait. You went drinking and dancing without me?” Opal asked.

“It was last Thursday night when you had a headache,” Ryleigh reminded her. “Hannah and Raid offered to look after Kye while I went out with Lilac, Clem, and Lara.”

“Oh yeah, damn it. I miss out on all the good stuff.” Her headaches were rare, but when they came, they were vicious.

Could be because she didn’t take any painkillers.

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