Page 213 of Tenderfoot

Like, say, sharing with Congressman Mahoney that if he or any of his henchmen got anywhere near an Angel again, they’d be dealing with the Hottie Squad.

I reckoned this message coming from Mace would be read loud and clear, even by a United States Congressman.

I was okay with them delivering the laptop. I’d had enough excitement for one day.

Mace looked over his shoulder at Raye. “Who has the laptop?”

“I do,” Luna replied.

“I’ll take her to get it,” Knox said immediately.

Awesome!

Luna shot him a filthy look.

It pinged off Knox entirely.

“Let’s go,” he said.

Luna looked like she’d argue, then she trudged out like she was being led to the plank she was going to be forced to walk.

Knox followed her, scowling at the back of her head (so maybe her filthy look did land, though, that scowl on his handsome face, um…someone give me a fan).

I totally got why they didn’t go there (boy, did I).

It still made me sad.

“Who’s looking after SC?” Willow asked.

“Tito called Joey and Gemma in,” Shanti answered. “Dream’s coming in later after the kids she’s watching get picked up and she drops the kids at Scott and Louise’s.”

Weird.

I never thought I’d think this, but it seemed having Dream on the team was going to be useful.

“But for now, Byron’s helping,” Raye added.

Hmm.

It also seemed like, when you spent every weekday at a killer coffee and cocktail emporium, you soaked in the lay of the land.

I hoped that meant they could finish out my shift. I always needed the tips. Now more than ever with this doubling up business between Javi and my pads. But being tased and kidnapped took it out of a girl.

Not to mention, I was wrong earlier. Now that the drama was over, the aches and pains of being flipped over some dude’s shoulder and landing hard were making themselves known. My body was kind of achy, so I needed a bubble bath ASAP.

“Their kidnappings are a lot less dramatic than ours were,” Roxie noted.

“I know,” Indy replied. “I’m kind of jealous.”

Annette took a seat at the conference table and declared, “I’m totally opening Head South.” She looked at me. “Can I be an Angel?”

I liked Annette. She was funny and sweet and all in for a good time.

However…

“We don’t pick the Angels, Arthur does,” Raye told her.

“Bummer,” Annette muttered. She turned to Roxie and pouted, “I never got kidnapped.”

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