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“This RV was owned by a little person,” Briggs said. “It fits me perfect.”
“I feel like I’m in Barbie’s camper,” Lula said. “Where are we supposed to sleep?”
“There’s the couch here in the front, and then there’s two bunks in the middle of the RV, and there’s a bedroom in the back with a double bed. That’s where I sleep.”
“The heck it is,” Lula said. “Do you have a photo shoot in the morning? Hell, no. Get outta my way.” Lula bustled into the bedroom and slammed the door shut.
Diesel looked at the bunks. “These are only four feet long.”
“Plenty of room for me,” Briggs said, rolling into the bottom bunk, pulling his curtain closed.
Snuggy looked at the top bunk. “I guess I could just about fit.” He climbed the ladder, settled in, and closed his curtain.
Diesel was hands on hips. “That leaves the couch for us, Sweet Thing.”
“The couch is five feet long and maybe a foot and a half wide. Your shoulders are wider than that.”
Diesel kicked his shoes off and stretched out on the couch, one knee bent, one foot on the floor. “You can have the top.”
“You’re kidding!”
“Do I look like I’m kidding?”
I shut the light off, got rid of the sneakers and leather jacket, and maneuvered myself onto Diesel, breast to chest, my knee wedged between his legs. “Am I squishing you?”
Diesel wrapped his arms around me. “No, but it’d be good if you don’t make any fast moves with the knee.”
“Oh, cripes,” Briggs said from his bunk. “You two aren’t gonna get romantic out there, are you? This is a family RV.”
“If I thought there was a chance for romance, I wouldn’t be worrying about her knee,” Diesel said.
Stephanie Plum 13.5 - Plum Lucky
Chapter 6
I was jolted out of a sound sleep. Without thinking, I tried to roll over, and Diesel and I fell off the couch and crashed to the floor.
Diesel was halfway on top of me. “Earthquake,” he murmured. “Where am I? Thailand? Japan?”
“Atlantic City.”
“Am I drunk?”
“No. You were holding on to me, and I rolled us off the couch.”
The door to the bedroom burst open, and Lula stormed out in the gold supermodel outfit. “What time is it? Am I late? Did I oversleep?”
Diesel checked his watch. “Its six-?thirty.”
“I’m supposed to be at the photo shoot first thing in the morning. What does first thing in the morning mean?”
I dragged myself up to my feet and realized I was still in the little sweet thing T-?shirt, but I wasn’t wearing a bra. “What the heck?” I said, looking down at myself.
Diesel pulled my bra out of his back pocket. “You were uncomfortable.”
“How did my bra get off my body and into your back pocket?”
“One of my many special talents,” Diesel said, handing the bra over to me.
