Page 246 of Rock Chick

He didn’t get much sorting done, but they say even the busiest people needed to carve out time to find ways to de-stress, and he’d definitely checked that off his to-do list.

Indy flipped her phone closed and told him what he knew, since he listened to her side of the conversation. “We have Chowleena duty tomorrow. Both Tod and Stevie are on flights.”

“Gotcha.”

“We should get a dog.”

“If you want a dog, we’ll get a dog.”

Surprise filtered through the Crossfire.

She processed that quickly and kept going in order to further feel her way through it.

“You should come with me to the Chili Peppers concert. If I can get us tickets.”

“That’d be good.”

“Ally, obviously, has to come with us.”

“Obviously.”

More surprise.

This was because, she knew he knew Indy plus Ally plus live rock and roll was not an experience any man, including one who’d been fired on during a variety of iffy occasions, would willingly walk into. He’d learned that the hard way at a Nine Inch Nails concert several years before.

But at his condo he’d come hard, as he always did with Indy.

She’d learn, and she was learning.

Naked gratitude went both ways.

Indy, being Indy, though, pushed it.

“Will you teach me how to pick locks?”

“No.”

“Ugh. You’re no fun.”

He was fun enough half an hour ago.

On that memory, Lee smiled at the windshield as he searched for a parking spot outside Las Delicias.

Not much searching had to be done. There was one right outside the door.

“You and parking spots,” Indy remarked as he backed in. “It’s unnatural.”

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she mumbled.

He parked. They got out, went into the restaurant, slid in their booth and ordered without looking at their menus.

Indy was sipping her Diet Coke, Lee his iced tea, and he was reflecting on how much he enjoyed three full weeks of no high-speed chases, car bombs exploding, or dead bodies propped in the doorway of his woman’s place of business, when it happened.

“Oh. My.God,” Indy bit off.

Lee felt her vibe and aimed his gaze from the bowl of chips to over her shoulder, something she was doing too, toward the front door.

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