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“You are such a liar,” Marge snorted. “A martini is pretty much vodka. I don’t know how one bar can make it better than another. You’re just as sick of him as we are.”
I didn’t waste my breath on a lie. “He’s dumber than a box of rocks, and I can feel my brain shriveling up with each word out of his mouth. He may be gorgeous, but even I have my limits. Can you blame me?”
“No,” they echoed.
“We definitely can’t blame you,” Sylvie said. “I was ready to jump off the ship.”
“Same,” Marge grumbled. “No life preserver or nothing. Just take me down to the silent depths of the ocean floor where I never have to hear ‘bro’ or ‘right on’ ever again.”
Doris twisted her lips. “I’m sure he’s a nice young man, but it was difficult to connect with him. I didn’t understand anything he said. I was starting to feel like a nincompoop.”
“The only nincompoop in this room was Jake.” Sylvie shook her head. “A big ol’ nincompoop.”
Doris smiled a little. “Oh, good. I thought I was the only one struggling to understand him.”
“Nope.” Marge stared at the space he’d disappeared into. “You don’t speak stupid, and neither do the rest of us. Just count your blessings.”
“Every day.” She smiled softly. “I thank the Lord for all my blessings every single day.”
My gaze moved back to Alejandro, my heart sinking when I realized he’d walked the other way, the distance between us growing now instead of closing like I wanted. I wanted to leap up and run after him, explain that I’d only been with Jake to throw the widows off our trail, but I couldn’t find the courage or the words to do it.
While I sat there trying to will my body to get up and go to him, a flash of red moving toward him captured my attention. Red as in the red hair of Jessica freaking Rabbit as she closed in on my man.
He was too far away to hear, but I gasped when she reached him, her hand brushing across the Captain epaulet on his shoulders. No ...myshoulders.
That hussy was touchingmyshoulder ofmyman.
She twirled her hair, her gaze flitting to the ground, her dark lashes covering her playful gaze before flicking open to catch his gaze. A move I knew well. Hell, a move I practically invented.
A smile.
He smiled.
She made him smile.
Rage and jealousy wound through me like snakes, squeezing my insides as I watched the interaction going down. Her hair flipping while she tossed her head back in an overexaggerated laugh. The extra touches she gave him. His arm. His shoulder. His hand. Touching him. Why was she touching him?
And why was he laughing back?
“Whoa. You okay?” Marge leaned into my line of sight. “You look like you’re either shitting your pants or having a heart attack. I was a nurse for a long time. I know well that the two looks can be quite similar.”
I wanted to open my mouth to answer, but my jaw was locked shut with the rage causing my muscles to clench like I’d contracted tetanus.
“Oh, boy. I see what’s wrong.” Sylvie lifted a finger toward Alejandro and Jessica Rabbit. “Someone is trying to take Alice’s toy.”
Marge and Doris followed her finger, nodding their heads as they joined together in an “Oh.”
“Oh, yeah. That’ll do it.” Marge clucked the side of her cheek.
“Oh, my. She’s really flirting with him.” Doris furrowed her brow. “Look at how she’s pushing her cleavage at him. Doesn’t she have any modesty?”
“Yeah. She’s really giving him a show.” Sylvie’s eyes widened at Jessica Rabbit’s obvious cleavage display. “Wow. Doesn’t her back hurt hauling those things around? And the way she’s arching it so much to show them off? Ugh. Makes my own back ache. Thank God I’ve got smaller tatas. That just looks like I would need to buy stock in Ben Gaye if I was built like her.”
“I bet she works at Hooters. Although those things are probably too big for serving. Constantly in the way of the tray, I bet. Oh, hell. I bet she just uses herboobsas the tray!” Marge burst into laughter, and the others joined.
But not me. I couldn’t laugh. I still couldn’t move. Or even breathe. As I watched her captivating him with her curves and youth, I couldn’t do anything other than die a little inside.
Marge bumped me with an elbow. “Cat got your tongue?”
