Page 99 of The Fiancée Farce
“Roger that.” Max snagged the ticket the machine spit out, driving forward once the gate rose.
“Okay, here’s the plan.” Gemma turned, taking Tansy’s hands in hers. “The girls are already parked up on the fourth floor, closest to the ramp to the top level. We’re going to park on the same level, opposite end of the garage, closest to the exit. We should be able to spot them—there!”
Yvonne’s yellow VW Beetle was hard to miss.
“What happened to her tire?” It looked flat.
“All part of the plan,” Gemma said. “Yvonne has a spare in the trunk.”
“And she can change it in her sleep,” Max said, sounding proud of his girlfriend.
“But she won’t,” Gemma said. “And neither will Lucy, who’s equally as capable. They’re going to get the security guard who mans the valet booth to assist them.”
“And they’re doing all of this because...?”
“Because we need to be able to get into the valet booth to grab the spare key to Tucker’s car. And we can only do that—”
“If the guard is distracted.” Tansy nodded as all the pieces ofthe plan came together. “Got it. And we need the key to Tucker’s car so we can pour this glitter into his air vents. Isn’t it going to go all over the place?”
If Tucker saw so much as a spec of glitter on the dash of his car, it could tip him off.
Gemma dug around inside the bag and pulled out a five-piece funnel set. “We’ll have to be careful, but these should help.”
“Wow, you guys really thought of everything, didn’t you?”
“Hey.” Gemma squeezed her thigh and ducked her head down, staring into Tansy’s eyes. “I mean it. If you don’t want to do this, you can wait in the car. Or if you want to veto the plan entirely, that’s your call, too.”
Tucker had been nothing but an inescapable reminder of some of her darkest days.
He had humiliated her. Made her feel small and pathetic, andguilty. He’d ruined her reputation and made it hard for her to open up and trust people for fear that they’d do the same.
Tucker had laughed at her.
It was Tansy’s turn now. Not just to do the laughing but to take back a modicum of the control he’d stolen from her all those years ago. Maybe it was a little juvenile, but with Gemma and her ragtag bunch of new friends rallying around her, she didn’t care.
“I’m in.” She slipped her seat belt over her shoulder and reached for the handle. “Let’s do it.”
“Not so fast. A kiss for luck.” Gemma stretched across the seat and kissed her, soft lips lingering, closemouthed and chaste and not nearly long enough. Their kisses never were. She was beginning to think they never would be, that no kiss with Gemma would ever be long enough. She’d always crave more.
Gemma drew back and smiled, thumbing away a smudge ofher crimson lipstick from the corner of Tansy’s mouth. “Nowwe can go.”
“Not fair.” She kept her voice low. “NowI want you to finish what you started.”
What she’d started the moment she’d dragged Tansy out onto the dance floor of the Seattle Yacht Club and kissed her senseless. What she’d continued in the library at their engagement party, one hand under Tansy’s dress, the other threaded through her hair, lips leaving a trail of kisses down Tansy’s throat, teeth bruising, tongue soothing. What she kept starting and never quite finishing, driving Tansy crazy.
Either Gemma was rubbing off on her, or patience might not be a virtue Tansy possessed, either.
Gemma’s gaze darkened, green eyes looking black in the back seat. Her thumb lingered, dragging against Tansy’s bottom lip. “Later.”
God only knew what possessed her to do it, but she opened her mouth and drew Gemma’s thumb between her teeth, tracing the whirls and swirls of Gemma’s fingerprint with the tip of her tongue. Gemma gasped softly and Tansy’s heart pounded.
“You promise?” She pressed a kiss to the pad of Gemma’s thumb.
“I promise.” Gemma gripped Tansy’s chin in her hand and stared into her eyes. “And I always keep my promises.” Her gaze traveled down the length of Tansy’s body like a caress, a callback to the moment standing in Gemma’s bedroom, Tansy wearing nothing but a towel. “Allmy promises.”
A heavy sort of heat gathered between her thighs. The look in Gemma’s eyes promised that their night was far from over. It had only just begun.
“Ahem.” Teddy cleared his throat, head turned to the back seat,gaze averted. “I enjoy a good show as much as the next fellow, but we are operating on a tight schedule, ladies.”
