“Where did she live?” I look into the cart. We have enough clothing for a few days, but this might take longer.
“Virginia,” Celia says. “And the Marshals already went through her place and found nothing. Maybe you could toss it yourselves?”
I sigh. “How do I explain that? I hate lying to her.”
“Interesting,” Flint’s voice goes up.
Damn it.
“Tell Cat you checked in, and your boss sent you there,” Celia answers. “Technically not a lie.”
“Fine.”
“Oh, and Ryker, I wired a few thousand dollars to your location. It should be ready by the time you reach the registers,” Tatiana adds.
I look around.
“Yeah, we tapped into the video feeds,” Flint laughs. “And you have a nice assortment of women’s clothing in your cart. And underwear. Maybe Wysdom is onto something with her Rycat stuff.”
“Bye,” I hang up then flip the double bird toward the cameras.
I can almost hear them laughing from where I’m standing.
Chapter 19
“Oh no, he didn’t!”
-Cat
Ryker muscles through the diner door with a frown on his face. I can’t decide whether I’m suddenly into broody dudes or if it’s this particular grumpy guy who does it for me. Then, I realize I don’t want to know the answer to that question and pull the menu up to my face.
He drops a plastic bag next to me. “Clothes for the next few days.”
“Sweet,” I dig in and pull out a v-neck T-shirt that has rhinestones around the boob area. “Seriously?”
He shrugs. “If you’re going to be abiker babe, you have to look the part.”
I throw the shirt at him. He laughs. And that laugh grates on my last good nerve.
“Not my style,” I throw another shirt at him - a tank top that will barely cover my nipples. And a pair of jeans with a bedazzled butt. “What the fuck, Ryker?”
“Oooh, aren’t those just the cutest outfits!” the diner waitress pops her gum. “I can’t believe you managed to snag those jeans! They’re a hot item.”
Ryker smirks. “Hot item. See, Kitten?”
I shake my head.
Ryker gently folds the biker babe wardrobe and places the items back in the plastic bag.
“I’m Lulu,” the waitress pulls a pencil out of her hot mess ponytail. “What’ll it be today?”
Ryker and I place our orders. Lulu returns moments later with two cups of coffee and a lusty glance over my co-worker’s tattoos. Even wearing a ridiculous Spring Break outfit, the man is a sight to behold.
Let’s be-hold him between our thighs!Coochie Mama pipes up.
Damn. I thought she’d hold her peace today.
It’s not peace I want to hold. It’s his pe-
