One thing to be said about that, he couldn’t argue it.
“What article were you writing when you met them?”he asked.
“It was about disenfranchised minority youth,” she told him.“That was a tough one.But I met those two through it, so it’s one of myfavorites.”
“Hand,” he ordered.
She gave it.
He threaded his fingers through hers and put them to histhigh.
Then he said, “Right, now it’s time to share what went downwith that Jackson fuck.”
Her fingers spasmed in his.
“Dutch—”
“Babe, even if he was a total asshole, I’ll only rough himup a little bit.”
Another spasm and a horrified, “What?”
He started grinning.
She yanked her hand from his so she could swat his arm.
And then she caught his hand again when she was done.
“So?”he prompted.
“So…what?”
“What’d that Jackson fuck do?”
“Well, I will preface this by saying, I do not take anyresponsibility for him being a lech.However, I may not have played that as Ishould, and it was all your fault.”
The fuck?
“Myfault?”
“You’re gorgeous and you had my cat and I wanted to get toyour house.So I started in asking him for information that we didn’t get fromEddie and Hank without buttering him up.He gave a little, then said somethingtotaleuwlike ‘yougottapay to play’ and grabbed my breastright at the dinner table.So Itold him I didn’t have to do anything of the sort, and if he didn’t want me topunch him in the throat, he could slide out of the booth where he’d pinned me.I must have looked pretty ticked, because he didn’t argue.He got out and Itook off.”
Dutch said nothing.
“So you see, it wasn’t that bad.It was just gross.”
Dutch still said nothing.
“Dutch.”
“Maybe I’ll rough him up a lot.”
“Dutch!”she snapped.
“That’s the kind of hardcore Chaos is too,” he informed her.
“Ohmigod, I shouldn’t have told you.”
She was right.
