Page 14 of Grace of Spades
"Oooh... alright, sign me up." I grin as he chuckles.
"Glad you're okay, kid."
"Right back at ya, old man. Give Ray my new number. See you soon." I hang up and feel better. I should have called this morning.
"Who was that?" Kennedy asks.
"A friend of mine from back home."
"And Ray? Is he a special friend?" He wiggles her eyebrows making me laugh.
"No. He's cute but, no. He's my best friend."
"My mom always says I should marry my best friend." She smirks.
"You are the worst." I chuckle as we pull up to the gate. "Sup, Greg," I say waving at him in his guard box.
"Hello, Ms. Soprano." He chuckles. I snort at his teasing as he lets us pull forward.
"What was that about?"
"I gave him a fake ID when I first got here.” I shrug as we park.
"What?!" She gasps. I wave her inside with me. Richard is holding the door open for us.
"Hey, Richard, thank you. How's it going?"
"Very well, Miss." He says stiffly but I see a tiny smile sneak across his stern face. One day I will get that man to laugh.
I lead Kennedy up to my room and I start stripping out of my uniform.
"Well, hello to you too." She giggles and I halt my steps. I didn't realize I was this comfortable here yet. Or with Kennedy. Huh. i shrug and make light of it. I will deal with that later.
"Oh please, you have the same equipment."
"I do not have a knife strapped to my thigh, thank you very much." She argues.
"I don'tknow why not." I laugh. "Help me out with what to wear," I beg trying to cover my stomach before she sees too much..
She steps into the closet and tosses me a loose blue cropped top and high-waisted black skinny jeans. I put them on and collect my usual knives. One in each boot, one in my pants pocket and one in my jacket, and one between my boobs. Thank god, my scars are still covered in this.
"I like your tit tattoo by the way." She giggles. "Heh, tit tatt..."
"Thanks," I say with a grin at her joke while admiring it peeking out of the bottom of my shirt in the mirror. "I'm getting another one on my hip."
"Nice. Can I come with you?"
"Of course." I smile as we head back downstairs to the kitchen. I find Ruby singing and dancing to ABBA. I smile and walk up to her, grabbing her by the hand and spinning her around. She laughs as I dance with her.
"Kennedy, come join the party." I laugh. Kennedy drops her bag and shimmies her way over with a giggle. Ruby laughs as we dance and sing with her. Ruby spins me out across the kitchen and I bump into a hard chest. I look up still laughing and see a chuckling Christian looking down at me. Feeling absolutely no shame, I grab his hand and drag him into the dance party. Ruby does not hold back and starts cackling while shaking her hips at him causing him to blush furiously.
I see Richard out of the corner of my eye and drag him into the party too. Before long, he's doing the Saturday Night Fever dance better than John Travolta. I watch as Kennedy messes up Christian's hair in a weird dance move and Ruby cackles pointing at Andras moon walking badly into the kitchen to join us.
"I was wondering who was responsible for laughter in thishouse." He chuckles.
"Sorry, not sorry!" I laugh spinning Ruby around again.
The doorbell rings cutting our dance party short. The men all become professional again in the blink of an eye and head to the door. Shame.
