“Out where?”
“The Quarter.”
“Why would I want that?”
“We didn’t exactly get to hang out long earlier. We could get a drink.”
“In what universe can I get a drink with you with no one bugging us? Danny went home already.”
The bedroom door opened then, and Samara stood there wearing skinny jeans, a black V-neck T-shirt, a dark wig that resembled Uma Thurman’s hair fromPulp Fiction, and a pair of dark-rimmed glasses that made her look like a librarian. All that was really working for her, though.
“What are you–”
“Disguise,” Samara interrupted. “I have a hat, too. Hold on.”
Samara turned around, and Dana didn’t see what she was doing, but Samara came back into view wearing a gray-and-black fedora.
“Oh, wow,” she said. “That’sa look.”
“It’s the best I can do on short notice. I got the wig from hair, the glasses and the hat from wardrobe, and the clothes are mine, but I’m thinking about going with flats since we’ll be walking. Should I do heels, and we drive?”
“We? I didn’t say for sure that I’d be going,” she teased.
“Please,” Samara said with a puppy-dog expression that had Dana nearly melting.
“Fine. But only one drink. I’m tired, Samara. I’m, like, about-to-fall-over-and-pass-out tired.”
“One drink,” Samara promised. “Walk or drive?”
“Drive. And I’m sleeping in the car on the way there.”
“For the five-minute drive?”
“I can power-nap,” she replied. “Let me get my wallet and phone from my trailer. Meet me outside?”
Samara nodded with a smile, and Dana couldn’t believe she’d just agreed to do this. Then again, yes, she could. Samara was beautiful and unlike any woman she had ever met. Samara was also only here for the next couple of months and was, apparently, bisexual, which changed things as far as Dana was concerned. Dana quickly grabbed her things from her trailer and headed back out, where Samara was waiting, staring at her phone.
“The car is ready.”
“Let’s go, I guess,” she said.
They walked to where the black SUV was parked. Thedriver opened the door for Samara, and she climbed in before Dana, who got in after her and was surprised to see a bucket seat there, which meant she was sitting right next to Samara.
“Is the temperature okay, Ma’am?” the driver asked.
“Yes, thank you,” Samara replied.
“Where would you like to go?” he asked.
Samara looked at Dana.
“What?”
“Where are we going?”
“Wherever you want to go.”
“You’re the local,” Samara noted.
