That got him a chuckle. There. Much better.
“Now, you must explain the rules to the lady.” Etta said.
Linx paused in their flirtation. “What rules?”
“I always make the man sit on his hands.” Etta held her palms to her ass in illustration. “You should have her do the same.
“Sit on your hands.” Linx instructed Becca.
She did as she was told. He preferred to be the boss in all things bedroom, so Becca following his direction made his love dart stir and his fly tighten.
“Tell her not to touch your love dart,” Etta said.
Linx swallowed away the laugh threatening to spill. Serious. Be serious. “Don’t touch my love dart.” He paused. “Yet.” He added a hand motion that looked like two arrows pointing to his groin for effect.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” she said, clearly all in on this gig.
“Tell her you’ll do the touching, not her.” Etta glanced between the two of them again. “But run your hands over your rutabagas while you do it.”
Linx blinked hard. He’d heard the parts of the body called many, many things. He didn’t understand where he kept his rutabagas.
“I don’t know what that means,” he said.
“Your chest.” Etta gripped her breasts in illustration. An illustration he could have lived his entire life without seeing.
He glanced to where Mach and Tanner filled their plates with entirely too much cake. The bastards.
“The hearse is almost here,” Babushka said into a karaoke machine he hadn’t noticed before. “We’ll meet out front in two minutes.”
Hearse? What in the hell was going on at this place?
Becca started to stand, but Linx pinned her back in her chair with a glance. She sat on her hands again, like a good little Becca.
Etta glanced toward the door as the throng of elderly headed that way. “Wait here. I’ll be back.”
“What did she mean, the hearse is here?” Becca asked in a whisper. “Did someone…?”
The question hung there because it seemed entirely inappropriate for them all to be dancing, decorating penis cookies, and drinking CBD oil if someone had bit it.
“No.” Etta waved her hand. “Everyone is alive. Wait here.”
“Where are they going?” Linx murmured, mostly to himself.
“They’re going to see who wins the pool,” Tanner said around a mouth of cake.
Linx glared at him and his mouthful of carbohydrates.
“What pool?” he asked before Becca could. If Becca asked it then Tanner would freeze up and probably wouldn’t be able to speak.
“They all place a bet,” Tanner said. “On how long it’ll take the funeral home to send out a hearse when they report a death.”
“She said no one died.” Becca’s forehead wrinkled in obvious concern. “Do you know something else?”
Tanner shoveled another forkful of cake in his mouth when Becca spoke. Shit. He’d also gone red again.
Linx hoped like hell there wasn’t a corpse on hand. That would really turn the night to crap.
“No one died.” Mach had finished his cake, so he wasn’t inhaling it in his gullet. “It’s a game.”
