Page 30 of Devil's Marker

Another round of snickers traveled through the club members. She rolled her eyes and said, “Jesus.”

Win turned with a broad smile. “Love to, Ms. Greer.”

When R.C.’s car disappeared from the security monitors, all the members burst into laughter.

“Wouldn’t want to be him, Boss,” Cue said.

Boss shook his head. “Me either. Hand me another one of those Lone Stars.”

They rode in silence for a few blocks before she said, “What kind of stuff do you need?”

“Levis. Shirts. Underwear. Socks. I’m a simple man.”

“You have money or am I gonna get stuck for the bill?”

He smiled. “Got money.”

“You know little children are gonna run when they see you comin’.”

He shrugged, but didn’t lose the smile. “My face bothering you?”

“Nothin’ about you is bothering me, Mr. Garrett.”

“You sure about that, Arcy?”

“Have I not made myself crystal clear? I am not interested in you.”

“You sure about that?”

“Never been more certain of anything.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” After a couple of minutes of silence, he said, “How about your friend, Robin?”

“What about her?”

“Maybe she’s interested in me.” He studied R.C.’s profile carefully and saw exactly what he’d been hoping for. Her eyelashes stuttered, her mouth thinned, and her muscles tensed. R.C. didn’t want him to be interested in Robin. He decided to push it. “She’s cute. All that shiny hair. Big brown eyes.”

“She’s not interested in you either,” she said like she wasn’t sure she believed that.

“Hmmm.” He let that hang in the air for a few beats before saying, “Where are you takin’ me?”

“Spice Village.”

“That a restaurant?”

“It’s a collection of shops.”

“A collection of shops,” he said drily. “I get that you’d like to punk me to get back at your dad, but I’m not into metrosexual.”

Her mouth twitched. “No shit.”

“No shit.”

“Never would have guessed it. I totally took you for a guy who reads GQ.”

“You’re a funny girl. Where are we really goin’?”

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