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“Sorry to take so long bringing your food. The cook charred your first burger and I didn’t want Jay to see it. He might have gotten bent out of shape. He’s not the owner or manager but he tries to act like it.”
So that’s why he didn’t want Kitt calling him at work.
“I had another prepared.” Ginni set another margarita down in front of Kitt. “Jay sent this and picked up the tab for your food.”
Kitt had forgotten all about eating. This drink was in a tall glass and when Kitt sipped it, she thought it must be a double. What was on Jason’s mind?
“Ginni, wait. Did you see where the man went who came in with her?” Kitt nodded to the bar.
She shook her head. “I didn’t see her arrive.”
Jason and Suzette were sitting knee to knee and she was smiling up at him like he was a god. “They deserve one another,” Kitt muttered.
Ginni chuckled and started to walk away. “I did see the guy you were with earlier coming out of the restroom a minute ago. That’s not who you’re looking for, is it?”
Chapter Seven
Rob swiped a hand across his eyes. The scenario he’d just witnessed was screwing with his head. So that’s why Kitt wanted to come here yesterday and this afternoon. She was looking for him. The same guy, apparently, that Suzette wanted to meet since he was now joining her at the bar. What in hell did Mr. Debonair have that they found so attractive? What kind of jerk dressed like that and wore a boutonnière to come to a place like this? Seeing that Suzette had donned a carnation as well, Rob cursed under his breath.
Stupid people watched too many movies!
That SOB looked familiar but Rob couldn’t place why.
Unless…son-of-a-bitch. He looks kind of like me before I shaved my head except he’s older and oily and…would Kitt settle for a lookalike? Rob stalked across the room towards her table. She’d just gotten a plate of food. He’d been going to take her to dinner but when Suzette appeared, she’d fled.
How did Kitt get here? She didn’t have her car. She’d been riding with him.
“Damn!” He slapped his forehead. She’d stolen his Vette. He didn’t even notice it was gone. He was so eager to fuck her, he hadn’t paid attention to where he left it. He always parked wherever the mood struck him, not in a certain space.
He’d stashed his cap in the restroom storage closet. He didn’t want Kitt to know he was a chauffeur. What kind of success story was that? But Suzette paid him well and the job had given him a chance to come back to this area. He’d always wanted to return because of Kitt. But what in hell was she up to?
“Where did your late date go?” he demanded, plopping down in the chair the other dude had vacated. “Isn’t he staying around for sloppy seconds?”
Kitt smacked his face. Wham. So fast he felt
as if his head reeled. Rob grabbed her wrist afraid she’d do it again. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Don’t try to shift the blame to me,” she huffed. “You’re the one who had a proprietary woman show up at your front door. And it seems she’s two-timing you. So she’s the one you should be angry with.”
“I did not have a date with Suzette. She wanted me to drive her to meet him but wasn’t able to reach me. If you remember, I turned off my phone.”
“She seems to think she’s your top priority.”
“Maybe she does.” He shrugged and nabbed one of Kitt’s French fries. “Who is that guy anyway and how did he end up with you?”
She slumped in her chair. “He’s the man that I believe bilked my friend. When he came over to talk to me, he asked if I was Suzette Whoever. I told him no but when he asked to sit down, I let him, so I could try to gain more information. Is your…friend…” Kitt’s tone was icy, “financially well off?”
Rob dipped another fry in catsup and ate it slowly. “She appears to be but I don’t know how deep her pockets go. She’s still seeking work.”
“Doing what?”
If icicles could hang on words, those two would be loaded. “Not what you’re intimating. She’s an ex-model and cover girl. Unfortunately, age is a factor in those careers.”
“Are you her pimp…I mean, her agent?”
“Kitt! It’s unlike you to be sharp-tongued.” He chucked her under the chin. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”
“I certainly am not.”
