Silently, they both got dressed.
Inside her chest, Roxie’s heart was pounding like it wanted to get out.What was happening between them?All sorts of emotions and reactions were being stirred up during this visit of his.
She didn’t like it.Nerve endings long covered with scar tissue were being grated upon.
The silence was just becoming overwhelming when a heavy knock came at her office door.
The same door against which she and Billy had just screwed each other’s brains out…
Billy sprang away like a funny car coming off the starting line, and she fumbled with her zipper.
“Roxie?”
Billy shot her a quick look, and she rolled her eyes.Skeeter.
“Come in,” she called.
The bouncer opened the door.“Ah, hell,” he said when he surmised what had happened.“I’m sorry.”
“It’s all right,” she said, stuffing her foot into the old boot she was quickly coming to hate.
“I just wanted to see if you were okay.”
Billy scowled darkly.
Skeeter held up his hands.“After the cops and Mr.GQ.”
“There were cops here, too?”Billy said.
Roxie stomped on the ground and the boot popped into place.“The billboard,” she explained succinctly.
“Are they going to give you problems?”
She planted her hands on her hips.“Puh-lease.”
He just shook his head.“Should’ve known I wasn’t the only one you’ve got wrapped around your pinkie.”
Leaning over the chair, he picked up his jacket.
If her gaze was distracted by the way he filled out his jeans when he moved like that, it couldn’t be helped.
Shrugging into the leather, Billy nodded at Skeeter as he passed through the doorway.
“Thanks for working on my truck, man.”
“No, thank you,” Billy muttered.
It was the last thing Roxie heard him say before he left.Without another word or glance towards her.
Wrapped around her pinkie?She didn’t think so.
For once, she didn’t know what was winding him up.
* * * * *
“I’m sorry,” Skeeter said again as Roxie tried to tame her hair.
“It’s fine,” she said as she walked past him.“It was probably for the best.”
