She watched the mirrors as did I.
Finally, she seemed to relax as she pulled into a McDonalds and drove around to the drive thru.
I chuckled. “Thank fuck. I’m hungry.”
She smiled as she still watched the mirrors. “I’m sorry about your first real meal being ruined.”
“That’s okay. I love double quarter pounders. And no fry beats Mickey D’s fries.” I looked around and felt energy just from the sunlight. The cars going back and forth, people grocery shopping, life just being normal. “I cannot believe that I am alive.”
She glanced over at me. “I’m sorry about what happened back there.”
“I don’t mean that, Selena. You saved my ass. No, I meant from the tree hit. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, doing the wrong thing. I would like to say it was a bad decision but it wasn’t mine to make. I’d been told to do any damage I could to the Mancinis and I followed that order. I followed all of them.” I looked over at her. “Now, I’m free.”
“Don’t speak of freedom too soon,” she advised. “We haven’t gotten through this journey yet.” She gave me a nod and pulled up to the speaker where she placed our order, “Fourdouble quarter pounders, 3 large fries and 2 cokes. Lots of napkins and catchup.”
I smiled as she’d ordered perfectly, then I teased her, “So what are you having?”
She glanced at me then chuckled.
Again, her laugh made me feel too warm all over. What the hell was the matter with me? I always prided myself on not hitting on women. Not succumbing to their charms. Like all my men would do whenever they were around females. Then all I wanted to do was to be all over this one. Just grab her up and dive into all that sexiness that was Selena. Of course, this wasn’t your average woman. This was a warrior princess, an extraordinary female. Gorgeous, smart and deadly… all rolled up into one kickass woman.
Digging into her jean pocket she took out a fifty-dollar bill and paid in cash for the food.
I knew why. No card trail. I also wanted to ask her badly about this hit she had out on her. I knew I had to wait for answers though.
After a few minutes, they handed her the bags and she gave them to me.
We took off again.
“So where are we gonna go?” I asked her.
“The Best Western,” she told me. “Not as fancy as The Executor but I already reserved it for tonight.”
“When did you do that?” I asked since I hadn’t seen her make that call.
“Yesterday,” she replied as she pulled over into a parking lot of that same motel. She drove up to the outside suites and parked. Then she got out, went around and opened my door.
I looked up at her and said,“Lucy, you have a lot of splaining to do.”This time, I used Ricky Ricardo’s Cuban accent from the old TV comedy.
Shaking her head, Selena quipped, “Bien, someone loves old movies and series.”
I slowly stood from the car. “Hell yeah…one time I was laid up for six months and I got addicted.”
“You mean when someone sent that bullet to your spleen?”
I paused at this, wondering how she knew about that. “Bien, I’m not the only researcher here, am I?”
Shaking her head, she reached into the seat, got the food bags, and closed the door. “I’ll tell you when we get inside the room. And I apologize ahead of time for this too.”
“For what?” I admit I was entirely confused by now. Yes, there were women that made you sweat and made you crazy. This one could do that and make you sit like an obedient pet too. I almost laughed at this idea.
She waved her arm upward two floors up. “We’ve got stairs to climb, our room is up there. That way, I can see them coming.”
I wouldn’t even ask whothemwas. “Aww, that’s ok. This is all your game and thank fuck for that. You are not large but God damnit, are you in charge.”
Chapter Seven:One Woman
Selena
