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“No big deal?” Sylvie launched forward. “You mean to tell me that you care about him enough that you haven’t even slept with him? All this time you’ve been spending with him is because you enjoy hiscompanyand not just his sex skills? Oh, man. You’re more in love than I realized.”
“I’m ... I’m really in love?” I asked, shocked by the thought and realization there truly was a word to encapsulate my feelings.
They nodded in unison.
“It sure sounds like it.” Sylvie smiled. “And it’s wonderful. I’m so happy you’ve finally found someone to make you feel that way. The way I feel with Tom.”
I saw the sparkles in her eyes flicker on. But this time, instead of wanting to gag at the sight of them, I understood the reason behind them. They were the same sparkles I knew twinkled in my eyes every time I looked at Alejandro.
Shit. They were right. I was in love.
And I’d blown it.
Now panicking that I’d driven away the only man I’d ever loved, I clutched my chest. “What do I do? I totally blew off his messages tonight, and then he saw me with Rico Suave, and now he’s clutched tight in Jessica Rabbit’s claws. I ruined everything.”
Marge lifted her lip in a cocky half-smile. “Alice, my dear. Rabbits don’t have claws. You know who has claws? Cougars. And you, my friend, are a cougar. TheQueenCougar. Now, you get over there, swat that bunny down with your big, lethal cougar claws, and sink them deep into that man. You’re gonna march that bony ass over there and talk to him. Quit being a chicken shit and just tell him how you feel.”
“Even if I can find the words to tell him how I feel, I can’t just go over there and get in between them. I’ll look desperate. TheQueenCougar does not make herself look desperate.”
Sylvie lifted a finger. “She has a point.”
“Then I’ll clear the battlefield.” Marge cracked her knuckles. “Sergeant Margarita Moretti is on the mission.”
Worry lines formed on Doris’s forehead. “What are you gonna do?”
She tipped her head and thought, then smiled. “I got it. I’ll crop dust her.”
Now it was me tipping my head. “You’ll what?”
“Crop dust her. I’ll walk behind her all nonchalant and let a little gas bomb out as I pass by. By the time they smell anything, I’ll be long gone. He’ll think she ripped one. It’ll be game over. Crop dusting. Boom.”
Doris’s mouth dropped open like a broken hinge. “Marge! You can’t walk by someone and ...” she leaned forward and whispered, “pass gas.”
“Sure I can. We’re in Mexico. I’ve been eating burritos all day. My crop dusting ammo is locked and loaded. All I need is to open the chute.”
I shook my head. “No way. What if you make a noise? Then he’ll know it’s you, and he knows you’re with me. It’s too risky.”
Marge frowned. “I can’t argue that it isn’t a valid risk. There’s always the chance of a sonic boom.”
“So, no crop dusting.” Sylvie crossed her arms. “But then what?”
Marge stood. “Just trust me. I’ll handle Jessica Rabbit. Alice, you just wait for the moment and keep those claws sharpened.”
“I don’t know, Marge. Maybe we should just wait until they’re done talking. I’ll just find him later.” I flicked my gaze to Jessica Rabbit. Her voluptuous curves seemed more amplified than ever in that tight, red dress. Curves that would be even more appealing to a sex-starved man like Alejandro was since we hadn’t slept together yet.
Not that he’d pushed. He seemed as interested in spending time with me as I was with him. Not once had he tried to get me into bed ... another first, I realized. All men were trying to rush me to the sack. But not him. Alejandro was interested in my thoughts and stories. He was interested in more than my body. Just maybe that connection we’d built could withstand the pull from the bombshell flirting with him so hard I thought her neck would break from all the hair tossing.
“Oops.” I heard her say faintly before I watched her bend over in front of him to retrieve the clutch she’d “accidentally” dropped. The way she arched her back and rose in slow motion would have even the strongest of men weak at the knees.
“Mayday! Mayday!” Marge whispered. “She’s doing the bend and snap. It’s the bend and snap! Well, a slow-motion version, at least. Which I think is actually worse. I’ve heard of this trick before! No man can resist it! We need to get in there. Now!”
“Go, Marge! Go!” I practically shouted, giving her a push.
“I’ve got this, soldier. You just get ready to get in there and get your man back. No bend and snap is gonna steal him away.”
Marge spun on her orthopedic shoes and marched away like a soldier heading off to battle.
“Get ready,” Sylvie said. “You don’t want to lose this man.”
