Page 34 of Tenderfoot

“I don’t know, but I’m sensing love is in the air,” Raye answered.

I was beginning my first Pretty Woman fantasy for Jinx in my head when Luna turned to Mr. Stupidhead. “You hear anything about some dude who got his throat cut last night?”

Mr. Stupidhead paled. “Are you shittin’ me?”

“Not even a little bit,” Luna told him.

Now he started to look sick.

“How did you bitches go from searching for missing people to being involved with dead people?” he demanded.

“We’re not involved,” Raye said, but ended with, “as such.”

“No, I don’t know dick about anything like that,” Mr. Stupidhead said. “And normally, I wouldn’t give a shit what happens to any of you, but you brought me cupcakes, so now I’m tellin’ you, whatever this is, get your asses out of it.”

Yet another man telling us what to do.

Obviously, this meant I had to start quoting some lyrics.

When I did, Raye got into it with me, and before you knew it, all of us were singing Taylor’s “The Man,” and perhaps there was a little dancing (me and Luna), and Mr. Shithead was again banging his head against the counter.

Suddenly, he lifted up, looked out the window and said into our serenade, “BMW Accountant is leaving.”

We all jerked our heads to the window then dashed out to stand in a line outside reception, watching the tall, handsome man in attractive glasses, dark suit trousers, a well-tailored shirt, and an askew tie striding to his high-end car.

“Jeez, he looks like Clark Kent, the Christopher Reeve years,” Willow muttered.

She was right.

Oh my, I loved this.

He turned our way, and I caught his blush (so adorable!) as Jessie lifted a hand and gave him a finger wave while the rest of us either smirked at him or smiled widely at him (that last was me).

Yeah, we were way cool.

Not.

We were totally those girlies who embarrassed you in front of the guy you liked, as in, say, what we were doing right now.

He opened his car door and looked up at the second floor of the motel.

Jinx was standing out on the landing in her work apparel, without her platform heels, arms crossed on her chest.

We looked back to BMW Accountant.

He waved at her.

Oh-Em-GEEEEE!

How cute!

We returned our attention to Jinx.

Then we stared as she waved back.

“Oh my God, she’s so into him,” Luna breathed.

“Oh my gosh, you are so right,” I panted in reply.

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