Page 217 of Rock Chick Rescue

He motioned to the waitress. Our conversation was over.

“Let’s get you home.”

* * *

By “home”Hank meant Eddie’s.

He parked on the street. I let us in using my key for the first time.

He sat down and immediately found a ballgame on TV and I thought, why was there always a ballgame on TV? Didn’t these sports people take a night off?

I got Hank and myself a beer and called Mom and Lottie. They were playing Trivial Pursuit with Tex. I called Daisy. She was waiting in the Denver Castle for Marcus to get home and giving herself a do-it-yourself facial. I called Ally. She was shouting to me over the crowd at Brother’s. I called Indy. She was watching Chowleena while Tod and Stevie were flying off to God-knew-where (Indy’s words) and making cookies to bring into Fortnum’s the next day.

I ran out of people to call so I took off my shoes, put my feet up on the table, sat back on the couch and took a pull on my beer.

I watched the game for about five seconds.

It was boring.

“I’m bored,” I told Hank.

Hank’s eyes slid to me, then back to the game.

“Not sure I can pull off your brand of excitement,” he said.

“What brand is that?”

“Stun-gunning, running for your life, bar brawls. We could go out and try to rustle something up but I think Eddie’d frown on that.”

“You got any perps to stake out?” I asked hopefully, sounding depressingly like Ada. It wouldn’t be a great deal of fun, but it’d be something. “I’ll make a thermos of coffee,” I offered.

His lips turned up. “I’m off-duty tonight.”

Hmm.

“You know how to play poker?” I tried.

His eyes slid to me again. “You play poker?” he asked.

“No, I thought you could teach me.”

His eyes went that lazy-flirty again. I immediately thought it was a bad idea, but it was too late. He clicked off the TV, got up, grabbed my hand and pulled me up.

“Let’s see if Eddie’s got some cards.”

* * *

“Shit, Hank. Seriously?”

I was dreaming, Eddie was speaking and Eddie sounded kind of pissed off.

“She fell asleep. I didn’t want to wake her.”

That was confusing, now Hank was speaking and he sounded kind of amused.

I was used to dreaming of Eddie. I hadn’t dreamt of Hank yet. Dreaming of HankandEddie was probably not a good thing.

I tried opening my eyes.

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