Page 46 of Fish out of Water
“Do you seriously have a banana tattooed on your toe?”
She wiggled them all at me. “I got it when I moved here.” She grinned. “You like it?”
Much more than I should. “You’re weird, Banana Pants.”
Her grin widened. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
Julia was clearly unfazed by my assessment of her personality.
And I was jealous as hell.
“Some people think it is.”
“Some people suck.” Julia set her coffee cup on the table next to mine. “And I don’t really care what those people think.”
“Not even a little?”
She shrugged. “They’ve called me weird my whole life. At least I’m the kind of weird I want to be now.”
My eyes left the screen, pulling her way. “What kind of weird were you before?”
“A much less interesting weird.” She dropped the paper between us. “This is a list of all the Fish and Wildlife Conservation locations in Florida.” Her finger slid down the addresses, stopping at the last one. “Except for this one. And it has a date and time next to it.”
I followed the path of her yellow-painted pointer.
I knew that address. “That’s tomorrow night.”
“I know.” She gave me a slow smile. “And that address belongs to a swanky-as-shit dinner and dancing club.”
One I was quite familiar with. “Vito likes to fish, but I don’t think he’s danced a day in his life.”
“Well he wrote it down for some reason.” A shadow of something passed over Julia’s face, but was gone before I could identify it. “Maybe you’re not the only one that had a date planned.”
For the second time I caught a hint of jealousy in her tone, but this time I pretended not to notice. Or maybe I was distracted by a possibility I shouldn’t be considering. “Maybe we should go there.”
“You want to go to a supper club?” She sounded unconvinced.
“Why not?”
“Do you know how to dance?”
“You’d be amazed at what I know how to do, Banana Pants.”
She picked up her coffee and took a slow sip, watching me over the rim before putting it back down. “Same.”
If I’d been holding something I would have dropped it.
There was no missing the suggestion in that single word.
And every inch of me wanted to find out just what Julia could do.
Last night I probably could have.
Julia’s lips pulled into a little smirk as she straightened, dropping her feet to the floor. “I should go get dressed.”
I watched her walk away, unable to pull my eyes from the way her pajama pants hung from the curve of her hips.
I almost didn’t notice they were screaming pink and covered with red lips.
