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“You try to go alone, I grab her and take her to the office. Eddie can pick her up there. Lee’ll deal with you,” Vance returned.
Eek!
That didn’t sound good. I didn’t want Vance grabbing me (at least notthatway…what was I saying, I was sleeping with Eddie, notanyway) and I certainly didn’t want Lee “dealing with” Indy. Lee was Scary with a capital S.
“What are you two talking about?” I cut in.
Indy turned to me. “You want to find your dad. Vance is really, really good at finding people. I asked him to help.”
I looked to Vance.
Vance was watching Indy talk, but when I spoke, he looked to me.
“It’d be nice if you could help,” I said, not really wanting to, but also wanting to find my father enough to ask. “I’ll pay you,” I added. I also couldn’t pay him, but maybe he’d take installments.
His body turned fully to me and the tractor beam switched on again. “I’ll find your father, but you aren’t gonna help and you aren’t gonna pay me. Though it won’t be free. You’ll owe me.”
Dear Lord.
In debt to another hot guy. I didn’t know if I could hack it.
No, IknewI couldn’t hack it.
I looked him in the eye and had to wonder what form his favor would come in.
It didn’t take a mind reader to get the gist.
While he waited for my answer, his eyes went weird, as insexyweird.
“Mild mannered coffee girl by day,” he muttered. “But I’ve seen you in your Smithie’s uniform.”
Sweet Jesus.
That fucking Smithie’s uniform.
It was like Superman’s leotard. No one paid attention to Superman when he was Clark Kent. Put on the leotard and all the women were falling at his feet. Smithie’s uniform had the same power.
“I’m not working at Smithie’s anymore,” I told him.
His eyes dropped to my scarlet-red tee. “That’s a shame.”
I forced myself to breathe and looked to Indy.
She was bugging her eyes out at me like we were in fifth grade and the cutest boy in school came up to me during recess.
I looked back to Vance.
“I think I’ll go it alone,” I said.
He stared at me a second, then said, “Can’t let you do that either.”
Um…what?
“What?” I asked.
“You don’t know what you’re dealin’ with and you don’t know what you’re doin’,” he answered.
Okay, so I was getting a little fed up with guys telling me what I could and couldn’t do. Even hot guys.
