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I didn't actually.I rolled down my window. "You mean in the car?"
She looked at me like I was an idiot. "No, not in the car." She flicked her head toward the trailer. "I meant in there."
I paused to think. "No, but we might have some lemonade."
She frowned. "Is it fresh squeezed?"
Not this again."I didn't squeeze an actual lemon, if that's what you mean."
"What about vodka. You got any?"
"Probably."
She shrugged. "I guess that'll do." She turned and began walking toward the trailer, but then paused to look back at me. "What? You want me to get it myself?"
I wanted to say something equally snarky, but I reminded myself that I now owed Rita at least two favors – one for helping to deliver the boxes and another for that ride back to town.
Plus, honestly, I was more than a little curious why she wanted to stick around for a drink.
But I wasn't curious for long.
Chapter 63
Emily
Sitting on the trailer's sofa, Rita was deep into her second drink. "So I'm in the spa at the Diamond Resort, and I'm halfway way through my massage when my cellphone rings. And I know it's Reese, because that's his ring-tone, you know?"
She took another long sip of her spiked lemonade, which was light on the vodka because my bottle had been nearly empty. But Rita wasn't complaining as she continued. "And I let the call go to voicemail because hello – I'm getting a massage. But then thirty seconds later, the phone starts up again. And then athirdtime. So by now, I'm thinking he's dying in a ditch somewhere, so I tell Alessandro to hand me the phone, and do you wanna know what Reese tells me?"
I was deep into my second drink myself. "What?"
"He tells me that I've gotta get my ass down to Bum-Fuck-Nowhere to pick up some chick who just got out of his car."
"You mean me?"
She gave me a look. "You see any other chicks around?"
I didn't appreciate the sarcasm. "No, but I know he has that habit."
"Of what?"
"You know. Abandoning girls on the highway."
Rita snorted. "Oh, fuck off. He does not."
"Oh, yeah? Then what about Cassandra?"
"Cassandra Bloom?" Rita gave a dismissive wave of her hand. "That was totally different. He leftherat a truck stop. And that washeridea, not his."
"It wasn't at a truck stop," I said. "It was on the side of the highway. I saw the pictures."
"The ones on the internet?" She scoffed. "What, you believe everything you see?"
The implication was obvious. "What are you saying? That her pictures were fake?"
"Not fake-fake. Just misleading, that's all."
I didn't believe it. "How so?"
