Page 222 of Rock Chick Rescue


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I didn’t really have an excuse for that one.

“I’ll try to do better,” I promised.

“Try real hard.”

Eek.

Time for a new subject.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

His arms tightened and I came closer. I slid my hands around his middle and put my head on his shoulder.

“Yesterday, nothing happened. No one shot at me and I didn’t wrestle with anyone and my stun gun stayed in my purse the whole day. Except for seeing Shirleen tell Darius to whack Vince, yesterday was a good day.”

Eddie’s body grew still when I talked about Shirleen and Darius.

“Don’t worry, I told Hank about it. He made some calls,” I assured him.

“Lee told me last night. That why you left me a message?”

I nodded against his shoulder.

His body relaxed.

“I think we should celebrate,” I decided, lifting my head to look at him. “Not about Darius whacking Vince, but for a day with no hair-raising experiences. I’ll make you dinner tonight.”

He ran a hand through the side of my hair and then rested it against my neck.

“Dinner would be good,” he said in a soft voice.

My belly did a curl.

“Maybe Mom and Lottie will come over. And Tex.”

“I thought your sister was moving to Denver?” he asked.

“She is.”

“They can come over another night.”

My belly curl graduated to a doo-da spasm.

“Okay,” I agreed.

He touched his lips to mine.

“Why are you leaving so early?” I asked when he was done.

“Got shit to do.”

“My shit?”

“Your shit.”

Wonderful.

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