Page 25 of Blue-Eyed Jacks
“Don’t then.”
“I’m not sweet.”
“No?”
“I’m not pretty without makeup.”
“You’re fucking wrong there.I know pretty, and you’re fucking gorgeous.”
The skin on her neck flushed pink.It took all my willpower to turn my attention back to the road.
“And, I’m not off-limits.”She almost whispered it.“I filed for divorce.”
Which was how that asshole found her.I was certain of it.“How soon after you did that were you followed?”
“The next day.”
“Yeah.Off-limits.”Poaching another brother’s wife was a huge nope.
Her head dipped.The white-blond strands of her wig fell over her face.She brushed it back and then ripped it off.Her hair went in several directions.“I’m not off-limits.”
Good to know.I kept my opinions on that to myself.
“I’m not.”With that, she unbuckled and reached over the back seat.Her ass stuck in the air, and I couldn’t help but look.That earned me a loud honk from the guy two lanes over who I almost side-swiped.“Watch the road, not my ass.”Kate climbed over the seat and got settled in the seat behind me.I glanced at her through the rearview mirror.
“It’s a nice ass.”
“Knave.”
I smiled.“You’re doing so well, Kate.I’m proud of you.”
She paused her rummaging to stare at me through the mirror.“They took a friend of mine.She and I were roommates at the shelter.”
“They?”
Her breath stuttered as she inhaled.“Shock.”
“You know that for sure?”He was out of territory.That carried repercussions.If those problems circled back, Skilletsville would be on the frontline of the bullshit wave.
Her nod was almost too quick to catch.“Whoever it was left a drawing of the Destroyers’ emblem surrounded by lightning.”
That would be Shock.Or one of his minions.“Didn’t know any of ‘em had artistic talent.”
She scoffed.“They don’t.”
I laughed.Which was likely inappropriate, considering her friend was likely dead.“If she survives, it might not be…” for the best.I couldn’t say it.
Her face was sad, pale despite the makeup.“I know.I’m kind of hoping she tells them everything and gets it over with fast.”A frown, and then she returned to rummaging.
My sweatshirt went on first.From under it, she took off the bra, the bustier, and everything on top.Then she shimmied.
“Are your pants off?”
“Keep your eyes on the road.”
Bossy.Just the way I liked ‘em.“Yes, ma’am.”I didn’t mean it, but she couldn’t hold me to that promise, could she?I mean, naked women had always intrigued me.Kate naked?Sweet Jesus Christ, that would be a marvel.“But you were the one who said you weren’t off limits, FYI.”I glanced in the mirror again.She paused her struggles to glare at me.
“I want to get to wherever we’re going in one piece first.”
