Page 51 of Pucker Factor


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My eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Um…she’s not my girlfriend. And what did she say to you?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly pissed at whatever happened. “I don’t want to talk about it. Just—”

I jerked my head toward the back as I heard the sound of the Jeep starting up. “Kavanaugh, tell me you didn’t give her the keys.”

“Of course, I didn’t give her the keys,” he said as he stuffed his hand in his pocket. His eyes widened and he started patting down all his pockets. “Son of a bitch!”

“You let her get the keys?” I shouted.

“Well, you let her take your wallet!”

“So did you,” I retorted, racing for the back door. I flung it open just as she peeled out of the parking area. “Fucking great! How the hell are we supposed to get her now? We don’t have a fucking vehicle!”

“I would say we could take the plane, but it’s not fucking fixed yet,” Scottie said angrily.

“Yeah, we’d just fly around the island looking for her,” I retorted.

I heard a deep chuckle behind me and spun, seeing IKE leaning against the doorframe, swinging a set of keys. “I don’t suppose these would be any help?”

“You have a vehicle?” I asked, storming toward him. I reached for the keys, but he held them over his head. The man was not only extremely good-looking, but tall. I hated him.

“Of course, I have a vehicle. Did you really think I’d be stuck down here with no way of escape? Besides, there are crazy people on this island. It’s only natural that an operative, such as myself, would have the forethought to procure another vehicle for a situation such as this.”

I rolled my eyes at the use of his big words. “Yeah, I would have gotten a vehicle too if I thought we were going to be here longer than one night. Now, hand over the fucking keys!”

He tskd, shaking his head at me. “I’m afraid I can’t do that. I’ll have to drive,” he said, turning and heading for the door.

“And why’s that?” I asked, snatching my gun off the table and shoving it into my holster.

“Because you’re not on the paperwork. If anything happens to this vehicle, which it will,” he said over his shoulder, “I have to be the one driving. Which I will be. Do you really want to further piss off Cash by making him pay for a new vehicle?”

“He’s done it before,” I said as I ran outside and jumped into the Jeep.

“Why do you get the front seat?” Kavanaugh griped, climbing into the back.

“Because she’s my wo—responsibility.”

Red grinned as he got in. “See what he did there? He almost called her his woman.”

“Would you move over?” Scottie snapped. “Some of us need ball space.”

“Oh, I’m sorry your balls don’t have enough breathing room,” Kavanaugh yelled at him. “Maybe you should ride bitch so they can air out.”

“Ladies!” IKE snapped, taking a deep breath. “Perhaps we can save the antics for another time. There are nefarious criminals on this island, and I would prefer to not be caught in a melee and mess up my very nice suit.”

I snorted at that, choosing to keep my mouth shut. Not everyone was as nice as me, though.

“Melee? Seriously, who brought him along?” Scottie Dog griped. “Doesn’t he know none of us carry around a dictionary with us?”

“And what criminals aren’t nefarious?” Kavanaugh snorted. “That’s gotta be a double negative or something.”

“Gentlemen,” IKE said, staring at them in the rearview mirror. “Can we continue on? Or would you prefer to sit here and argue while there’s a woman in distress?”

I rolled my eyes. Like he actually cared if she was in distress. “Can we just go?”

He smirked at me, then shifted into drive. “Get ready, boys. This is going to be fun.”

My body was flung back into the seat as he hit the gas. Jesus, this was a tad overboard for chasing down a woman in a Jeep, but what the hell?

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