Page 64 of Nauti Dreams (Nauti 3)

Before he could do more than narrow his eyes on her, she turned and moved down the bar to where Rogue Walker was watching the confrontation with interest now.

“I wondered when you would get to me,” she said as Chaya stepped to her.

Her voice was beautiful. Chaya cocked her head to the side and stared at the petite woman. She was a few inches shorter than Chaya’s five feet seven inches, and much smaller boned.

“Do you sing?” Chaya asked her as she lifted herself onto one of the barstools and turned to face the other girl.

“In the shower,” she said suggestively, running her eyes over Chaya. “Want to hear me?”

Strange, Rogue Walker’s file hadn’t said anything about an alternate lifestyle. Or a lover of any type.

“Natches gets jealous. ” She sighed mockingly.

Rogue rolled her eyes. “As many games as that man played before he left for the Marines, he has no right to jealousy. ”

“Does any man?” Chaya countered.

Rogue laughed, a soft, amused sound. “No, they don’t, Agent Dane. But I’m sure that’s not why you came here to talk to me. I assume this has something to do with that little bastard Johnny Grace?”

Chaya pulled the digital recorder from her jacket pocket and laid it on the bar. “I need to record this,” she told the other woman.

Rogue shrugged. “I sound like crap on it, but whatever. ” She lifted the beer to her lips and sipped as Chaya set the recorder and stated the date, time, and subject.

“For the record, your name is . . . ”

Rogue stopped her by laying her hand over the recorder and staring at her hard. “I imagine you know my full name?”

“I do. ”

“State it and we’re going to fight. My name is Rogue Walker, period. Understood?”

Chaya inclined her head. “Understood. ”

“And don’t state my age, please. ” Her smile was all teeth. “If you don’t mind. ”

Chaya didn’t know the game this girl was playing, and she didn’t care. When Rogue lifted her hand, Chaya continued, as requested, and received Rogue’s affirmation that she was aware she was being recorded.

“For the record,” Rogue drawled mockingly. “I thought Johnny Grace was a teeny-tiny little maggot that needed to be blown away, so you’re looking to the wrong person if you think I was helping him. ”Il

“Who would have helped him?” Chaya kept her voice low enough to keep those around from listening.

Rogue shrugged. “His uncle Dayle. He’s a son of a bitch, but I’m sure Natches told you that. He wouldn’t have helped kill soldiers or steal weapons though. Dayle Mackay likes to knock the women around, and he likes to run his mouth about politics, but he wouldn’t sell missiles to terrorists unless he had them rigged to blow them to hell and back. ”

“What about Johnny’s mother?”

Rogue sneered maliciously. “The only thing that bitch knows how to do is fuck her brother. Johnny got drunk one night right before he died and decided I should know that. Dayle tells her what to do, and she does it. She doesn’t make many moves without Dayle’s permission. ”

“But Johnny did?”

Rogue stared across the bar as she tipped the beer to her lips and narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. Finally she set the bottle back on the bar and shook her head.

“I would have said no, but it appears he did. ” She shrugged again.

“Why would you have said that?” Chaya asked.

Rogue pursed her lips. “Johnny was a weaselly little thing. He craved male attention and approval. I wouldn’t have thought he would have done that, simply because his uncle Dayle would have been disappointed in him. And he couldn’t have borne that. It was bad enough when Dayle found out he was gay. ”

“What happened when his uncle found out he was gay?”

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