Page 28 of Shockproof

The shit no other man on this entire goddamn planet will ever be in on besides me.

Hitting the trunk button occurs in tandem with Blu investigating, “How many times have you been to this bar, again?”

“Enough.”

“And you knowwithout a doubtthe owner is out of town?”

“Affirmative.”

“Where?”

“Jamaica.”

“Andyou’re sure he won’t mind when we break some shit?”

Definitely awhennotifsituation.

“Affirmative.” Lifting the backend happens between statements. “They’re doin’ a gut style remodel next week. And damage will be factored in as part of packagin’ mishaps.”

“And you confirmed all of this?”

“This mornin’.”

“When?”

“After eggs but before blowjobs.” I angle my body to block any possible camera views and meet Consuelos’s gaze to receive two sharp blinks that communicate she’s fine. It wasn’t my idea to duct tape her mouth. It was hers. She wanted to be “in character” during the entire ride. Get her “fight or flight” adrenaline revved up. “Why?” is attached to me snatching up the brown bag for her head. “Why are you suddenly interrogatin’ me?”

“Just doing to you, what you do me when it comes to us usingmysources.”

“Except my source can read a clock and a calendar.”

“We made it out of that shit alive!”

“Barely.” There’s a grumbled slew of curses prior to mission silence. I take his transition to a quieter status as my cue to check the position of our other team member. “Hands?”

Two blinks to indicate she has enough slack to slip out when the time is ready.

“Feet?”

Two more blinks along with a tiny paddling motion of her feet are showcased next.

“Bag time.”

She offers me two final rounds of fluttering her eyelashes before she pretends to fight the process of letting me slip the rough material over her head. Once it’s there, I hoist her up and over my shoulder, feigning annoyance about her wiggling nature for anyone who may be watching. The bright, sky blue, sweet treat covered leggings my grip clutches onto after shutting the trunk threatens to make me smile during our approach yet mission focus refuses to allow it.

Now is not the time to reflect on the fact I had Aviva buytwopairs of these – to match a pink top similar to the one Arley was photographed in – because I knew Angel Cake would actually enjoy wearing them.

And she does.

She was sassily sashaying her tight body around in them along with one of my old t-shirts this afternoon, which also made her tantrum even harder to take seriously.

Come on, now.

How do you have a straight-faced argument with someone who’s wearing smiling donuts on their ass?

Getting into the brown brick building through the rear door is an easy task thanks to the spare key – intended for the remodel crew – that I find taped to the back of the dumpster.

See my sourceiscredible.

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