Page 74 of Moonshine Kiss
She was flanked by two carbon copies in ripped up, too-tight jeans, with crispy hair and low-cut tank tops.
“It’s thirty-one degrees outside,” my mother interjected. “Shouldn’t you girls be wearing more layers?”
Misty Lynn smirked. “It’s a crime to cover all this up.” She hefted her giant fake tits with her hands. “Ain’t it, girls?”
Sidekick #1 mirrored Misty Lynn’s movements with the B cups that were barely concealed behind an I’m Too Sexy tank. Sidekick #2 was too busy drooling over Devlin to play along.
“What brings y’all out?” Misty Lynn asked. “I hear that Bowie Bodine’s been paying you a little extra attention.”
“Lemme tell you about Bowie Bodine,” I began, but Scarlett cut me off.
“Why don’t y’all do yourselves a favor and go play Venus fly trap someplace else?” Scarlett hated Misty Lynn and the feeling was very mutual. Misty Lynn had wormed her way into Gibson’s bed years ago and then had cheated on him when their mother died. Scarlett had broken her nose over it a few years back, and the bad blood still ran strong.
Especially since Misty Lynn kept trying to wriggle her ass back into Gibson’s good graces. When she wasn’t busy breaking up marriages or shoplifting the morning after pill.
“I was bein’ neighborly,” Misty Lynn drawled. She took a cigarette out of her blue leopard clutch. “Maybe I should go be neighborly with Bowie, since y’all are so busy ignoring him.”
“I don’t think that’s wise,” Devlin interjected calmly before I could choke on my chicken tender.
“You stay away from my brothers, you gonorrhea-spreadin’, no-good shithead!” Scarlett squalled.
“Gonorrhea?” I asked Sidekick #1. “Is that true?”
“I thought it was just crabs,” she said.
“Shut up, Belinda,” Misty Lynn snapped. “As I was sayin’, maybe I’ll pop on by Bowie’s house and see if he needs someattention. Seein’ as how Cassidy is too high and mighty to give it to him.”
I knew she was saying it to get a rise out of Scarlett. Just as I knew Bowie wouldn’t let the woman cross his threshold given the fact that she was such a shitty human being. But despite all this knowledge, the moonshine in my belly overruled my sensibilities.
The noise that drew every eye in the bar was coming out of my mouth as I threw myself off of my stool in Misty Lynn’s direction.
36
Bowie
“Yeah?” I rasped into the phone.
It was after midnight, and I’d been involved in a very detailed dream re-enacting the other night with Cassidy. Only this time it wasn’t Jonah interrupting us. It was Devlin.
“Bowie, I could use a favor,” Devlin announced crisply in my ear.
“Now?” I asked, staring blearily at the clock.
“It can’t really wait.”
“‘Kay.” I came to a seated position.
“I need you to drive over to my place and grab the billfold out of Scarlett’s underwear drawer.”
“Don’t go diggin’ around in there!” I heard my sister shout in the background.
“Billfold. Underwear drawer,” I repeated, pulling on a pair of jeans from my dresser.
“Then I’m going to need you to drive down here to the police station.”
“You’ve got to be shitting me.”
“I assure you. I’m not shitting you. There was a little altercation tonight—”
