Page 101 of Holiday on the Rocks
Rachel shimmied her shoulders and oddly thrusted her bust at him as his brow popped up.
Kristina stepped forward. “Sir, could you please help us. It’s just an hour and you’ll even get some cash out of the deal. The boxes are small, and we would be so grateful to you.”
The guy ran his hand over his forehead; he appeared to be suddenly sweating. What was happening?
“Umm, well, okay.”
I nodded. “Thank you. We can follow?—”
“No!”
We all jumped.
“I mean, I’ll take them.” He grabbed my box. “Just set them on the floor, and I’ll get them.”
I reached in my back pocket to grab my wallet when he let out a yell. “What have you got there? Is that a gun?”
What the what? “I was getting your cash.”
He flashed a tense smile. “Oh, okay.”
I set the cash on the box and tried to get a peek into his apartment, but he pulled the door closed.
“We’ll be back in an hour.”
He nodded as the rest of the boxes were set on the floor and he disappeared into the apartment. We all exchanged a WTF look and headed downstairs.
We got the most of the food in the van and when the girls were still inside getting items, I pulled Allie into a little hall off of the caterer’s kitchen.
“We’re supposed to be stopping this.” She pretended to be irritated before she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me.
“Nope, not until we leave Colorado.”
She rubbed her nose against mine. “I don’t think I totally agreed to this.”
“You want this.”
“Levi, I do not want?—”
“I know. You want nothing. I get it.”
We entered the kitchen to find ourselves in Lexi’s cross hairs. She marched over and grabbed my arm. “You swore on Miller Lite you’d behave today. NO talking to Allie alone, not happening. Now you get your ass to that van and load in the rest of the frickin’ wedding food. You got me?”
I saluted because it felt right. “Yes, ma’am.”
Her eyes squinted at me, and I got the hell out of there.
Food loaded into van: check. Hot cup of coffee in hand: check. Allie giving me hopes I had a shot at something more than closure: check. No, wait, not a check. Well, sort of a check? A light check that could be erased? Yup, no fucking clue, I couldn’t read her.
The caterer walked out behind us. “Whew! Thank you all for your help on this. The last thing we need is an upset bride coming for us.” She laughed. “I called and you can get into the reception kitchen now. If you’re okay getting the items upstairs and heading to the reception hall, I’ll stop by in a few hours.”
Allie nodded. “Absolutely. We’re good.”
She gave us a wave. “Thank you.”
As she left, Lexi pointed. “What’s going on?”
To the side of the building was an alley. And parked inside were two cop cars.
