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“Jackie,” he said after several long minutes and a few attempts to speak.
“Mmmm,” I said, already half asleep.
“I never want to let you go.”
I smiled. I felt the same way.
Chapter Seventeen
Miles Carvello
My phone was ringing. I let it go to voice mail. Jackie was zonked out over my chest and I was spent from the wild lovemaking. When it rang again, I knew it was trouble. Carefully easing out from under her, I grabbed my phone and took it into the bathroom and closed the door. I wasn't surprised that it was Highway calling. I was surprised that it was only two in the morning. Seemed like it should be later.
“What, for fuck's sake?” I said.
“Ginny's here.”
“She's late.”
“Thought you’d like to know.”
“Keep an eye on her.” I had told Highway that I’d changed my mind about Ginny and decided to give her a second chance. It made him suspicious because I never gave anyone a second chance. “Was that all?” I wanted to get back to Jackie and feel her lithe body against me. I was starting to get my second wind.
“Paulie's back too.”
“Shit.” I wanted to talk to him about the bullshit drugs and the gun.
“Do you want me to have a few words with him?”
“No. Don't scare him off. Zeke's not there too, is he?”
“No.”
“Does Paulie seem frantic, like there was something missing from his locker?”
“Not that I heard.”
“Check around.”
“We got a thief?”
“I don't know what we got. How's security looking?”
“A few drunks. One guy tried licking Raven.”
I winced. “Was there anything left of him by the time you got there?”
“Plenty, and I learned a few new Russian curse words.”
“It's good to have a hobby. Has anyone approached Ginny for anything other than a lap dance?”
“Nope.”
“If she goes back into the dressing room with someone, let it happen.”
“Are you getting a cut of the action now? Is that why she's back?” Highway's tone was flat with disapproval.
“No, but trust me on this. I've got it covered.”
