“Yes. But he needs to keep his Epipen on his person,” the EMT commented forcefully.
Razor nodded as he pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of Hemlock. The boys would get a good laugh at this shit. Waving Hemlock out of the ambulance, he looked at him and tried not to laugh. “What in the fuck did you eat?”
“Nothing. I kissed her.” Hemlock pointed at the girl. “You never answered me as to why you’re here?”
Razor shrugged trying to come up with a plausible reason why he was at The Continental Inn and suites. “I heard the call come over the scanner and came to see if I could help.”
Considering Hemlock knew his tells, Razor figured Hemlock knew he was lying his ass off. He watched Hemlock scanning the parking lot as soon as he stepped out of the ambulance. It wouldn’t be hard to spot Lottie’s cherry-red sixty-nine chevy Corvair. It wasn’t a car you saw all the time like a Mini Cooper. Hell, he’d only seen the one.
“You’re sure there’s no other reason you’re here, Razor?” Hemlock pointed to the car.
“Don’t be a child, Hemlock. If I were here to see Lottie, I’d say it.”
Hearing Razor’s comment, Hemlock’s first comment was a sarcastic one. “Of course you would.”
Razor ignored the comment. In need of a distraction from Hemlock’s questioning he walked over to speak with the EMTs.What were the chances he’d run into one of his brothers while keeping an eye on Lottie. He needed to get over the female before she became a problem for him.
Standing near the back of the ambulance, Razor overheard the conversation between Hemlock and the young lady he’d been kissing. Stifling a laugh he turned his attention back to the parking lot and Lottie’s car.
Razor walked with Hemlock across the parking lot towards where the bikes were parked. He knew Hemlock wasn’t convinced that he wasn’t there to see Lottie. So, if he wanted to keep his private life private, he needed to be more careful. “You think you can ride?” Razor asked Hemlock.
“Fuck yeah. Even if I couldn’t, I would, soI didn’t have to come back here again.”
Razor laughed, making Hemlock chuckle along with him.
* * *
Lottie walked out of TheContinental Inn and Suites just as an ambulance rolled out of the parking lot. The hotel had once been a gorgeous place with a restaurant and bar that had high ratings. The hotel had gone down slightly, but the bar and restaurant were still top end.
Her evening had almost turned out horrendous. Wanting to get her life back on track, she accepted an offer of an intimate evening with a male friend. A guy she’d known for years and had hooked up with a few times before Dawson ever entered her life. It was a trainwreck. She’d gotten overwhelmed, then a panic attack had consumed her. The guy had freaked and bolted fromher hotel room. The last thing she’d heard him say was I’ll call you later.That wouldn’t be happening, she thought.
Walking to her car she kept her eyes on the parking lot, making sure she wasn’t approached by anyone. She stumbled over her heels and fell to her knees. Laughing, she struggled to get up. Pulling off her shoes she managed to get to her feet. Limping to her car, Lottie unlocked the door and got behind the wheel.
Before she managed to get the key into the ignition, she dropped the keys on the floorboard. Reaching down her fingers couldn’t find where they had landed. A tap on her window had Lottie staring through the glass at an officer. Fumbling with the hand crank she managed to roll down the window a bit. “Can I help you?”
“Miss, can you get out of the car please?”
“Sure.” Rolling up the window she grabbed her purse before she got out. Shoving open the car door she hit the officer in the leg. Running her hand over the lock button she closed the car door. “Oh shoot. I just locked my car door.”
“Miss, have you been drinking?”
“Yes.”
“And you were about to drive?”
“Oh, no. I was looking for my cell phone.” Holding up her phone she waved it at the officer. “I need it to set an alarm for work in the morning.”
“You’re a guest at the hotel, miss?”
“I am. I just finished dinner and realized I forgot my phone in my car.” Lottie turned her attention back to the car. Pressing ahand to the car window Lottie leaned in staring into the car. “I dropped my keys between the seat.” Yanking on the door handle she shook her head. “I’m locked out,” she told him again.
“That’s probably a good thing. We wouldn’t want you driving with alcohol in your system.”
“You have a good point, Officer.” Lottie faced the cop waiting for him to lecture her. But that didn’t happen. Instead he gave her his card. “What’s this for?”
“Call me in the morning and I’ll come pop the lock on your car. You won’t have to pay for a service.”
Lottie placed her hands over her heart. “You’re so sweet,” she told the officer.
