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We both broke out into another fit of giggles when I felt my phone vibrate from the pocket of my tight skirt.
I pulled it out not recognizing the number coming up on the caller I.D. It was local. I answered, pressing one finger to the ear not up to the phone so I could hear whoever it was on the other end.
“Hello,” I halfway screamed.
“Where are you?” a semi-familiar voice asked.
Holy shit - Taz?
“Taz?”
Immediately, I saw Darcy’s head snap up to full attention. I motioned to her that I was going to go down the hallway to the restrooms so that I could hear.
“Yes,” he replied, “now answer my question. Where are you?”
I immediately panicked. Had something happened to Mom, Slate, or the baby?
“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” I was in the hallway now, outside the door of the ladies restroom where it was quiet enough to hear what he was saying.
“Nothing happened. I’m home now. I just wondered why the hell you left in a snit the way you did this evening.”
Huh?
“Wait a minute, hold on. You mean to tell me that you are calling to find out why I didn’t feel like sticking around the house and being a fifth wheel? Why do you even care?”
“I just found it a bit rude,” he replied, totally serious.
Oh really?
I was tripping. I had drunk enough alcohol to be fairly buzzed. It finally dawned on me to ask him how he got my cell phone number.
“It wasn’t difficult, sweetheart. I got it off of Slate’s phone. Are you drunk?”
“Maybe,” I said with a giggle.
Why do you care?
“Is the little sex-bomb you left with drunk as well?”
“Perhaps,” I replied, testily. “Why do you care?”
“Where are you?” he repeated.
“At Dazzle, okay?”
“I’m coming to get you.”
“No, you’re not,” I answered abruptly.
“Yes, I am. I will phone you when I’m out front. I will be in my black Corvette. If you don’t come outside within thirty seconds, I will have no problem whatsoever coming inside and physically dragging your ass out of there. Do you understand?”
“No, Taz. I don’t understand. Why do you care what I’m doing? What business is it of yours anyway?”
“I’ve decided to make it my business. You’re underage and you shouldn’t be out getting drunk. It’s not safe.”
“What’s in it for you?”
“Hopefully, not another puke-fest like the one I witnessed a few weeks back. I’m on my way.”
