Page 39 of Out on a Limb
It was so easy to fuck up. So simple to say the wrong thing. Do the wrong thing.
All it took was one slip-up and I was labeled. Marked as the dick I tried so hard not to be.
Apparently it just came naturally.
I went around the back of the bed, double checking the ladies to make sure no one was too unsafe, before climbing into my seat, starting the engine, and slowly pulling away.
Collette stared straight ahead as we drove to the apartments Julia used to live at. I’d heard enough stories about the women in the back of my truck to know that’s where they needed to be deposited. I stayed silent, occasionally checking to make sure no one was making good on their threat.
The last thing I needed was a ticket for aiding and abetting a partially nude retiree.
I turned into the lot at Sweet Side Apartments, pulling to one side to let Grant go first, then followed him to park in front of one of the buildings.
“Stay here.” I got out and opened the tailgate, helping the three women out, before lifting it back into place.
Grant’s car idled next to my truck. Julia sat in the front seat, head back, mouth agape as she slept off whatever these women used to fuel their late-night escapade.
“I got them.” He tipped his head my way. “I appreciate the call.” He held both arms out, doing his best to herd the women toward the sidewalk.
“No problem.” I watched as Sharon and Barb bounced off each other. “You sure you can get them?”
“This isn’t the first time we’ve done this.” Grant kept the women moving, leaving me to watch as he worked them up the steps and into one of the units on the top floor.
I climbed back into my truck, expecting Collette to look a lot like Julia currently did, but to my surprise she was very upright and very awake.
But still pretty drunk.
“You saw my boobs.”
I shifted the truck into reverse. “Only a little.”
“You shined a flashlight on them.”
“To be fair, I wasn’t expecting you to be there.” I slowly drove through the lot as I headed back toward the road. “I thought it was those assholes behind us doing something else to fuck us up.”
“Why were you there?”
I wasn’t interested in answering that. “Why wereyouthere?”
Collette’s lips pressed tight together.
Looked like I wasn’t the only one not answering questions.
I pulled up to the main road and stopped. “Where’s your house?”
She blinked at me, each move of her lids coming slower than the last. “What?”
“Where do you live? I need to take you home.”
More blinks. “Oh.” Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
“I need an address.” I pulled out my phone so I could type it in. “What’s your address?”
Collette yawned, then rattled off four numbers and a street. I punched them in as fast as I could since chances were good I wasn’t going to get them repeated.
