Page 6 of The Last Thing
“It fits.” Leaning in, I whisper, “You seem like a little hellion.”
She leans in even closer, her lips almost brushing mine. “You have no idea.” Then she lightly pinches my arm and smiles at me. “You want to find out?”
I throw fifty bucks down on the bar—enough for my meal, drinks, and a tip, then turn to her.
“As long as you’re good with this being one night. You’re right, I’m not from around here, and frankly, I’d like this to be a night of fun that can be a fond memory of the city.”
“Thank God. I was worried you were going to ask for my number—or my full name. I’m here for fun, and that’s all.”
I slide off the stool and offer her my hand. “Let’s go.”
“One thing we have to do first.”
She leads me over to the table where she was sitting earlier. The football players are gone, but there’s still a blond guy who looks a lot like her minus a different eye color and a woman with dark hair and curves for days.
The guy stands up, expression hard, and crosses his arms over his chest.
“This is who I have to get approval from?” I ask, trying to seem trustworthy but also not look meek.
“I’m Justin, the older brother. The guys who just left are the two professional football players that’ll help me hide your body if you hurt her.” He looks at the little hellion next to me. “Location on?”
“Yep. Shared with you.”
“Good. Now, for posterity…” He digs his phone out and takes a picture of me. Then he spins his finger. “Turn to the side.” I stare at him for a moment. I don’t like being told what to do, but I can appreciate him taking care of his sister. So I turn to the side and let him take another picture.
“Thank you…”
“Deck.”
He gives me a derisive look that quickly turns menacing again.
I hold up my hands because as fun as a little shit-giving might be, I want him to know she’s safe. It’s different, but if it were Sophia, I’d be a hard-ass too.
“We’re not doing full names, but I don’t have a secret identity, I promise. With my picture, you can find me. I won’t hurt her.”
He stares at me for a beat longer, then gives a subtle nod.
“Ready to go, Hells Bells?”
Hells Bells?the other woman mouths.
But the hellion just puts a finger to her lips.
“I’ll text you that I’m alive later.”
“You better,” her brother says, keeping his voice low and grumbly.
I almost want to tell him I’m not interested in fucking around—but in a very literal sense, that’s exactly what I’ll be doing. Not in a fuck around and find out way.
Tonight is not about me getting my dick wet, it’s about having fun with this wild woman at my side and making sure she enjoys every second of it too.
“Let’s go,” she whispers.
Hand tightly wrapped around hers, we leave the bar.
“You know,when you said you wanted to have fun, this isn’t quite what I thought you meant.”
She laughs, eyes bright, as she stares at the carnival across the street.
