âRemy!â A tall redhead wearing what looked like a band of
gauze lassoing two Goodyear blimps threw her arms around his
neck. âI canât believe youâre here!â
The new arrival practically knocked Harper out of the way,
pretzeled her stacked body around Remyâs, and sucked on the
Cajunâs lips like an anteater. It took him a good three and
a half secondsâbut who was counting?âbefore he drew back.
âHave we met, chĂ©rie?â
âWe have now, Jinx,â she purred. âI just wanted to welcome
you to Chi-Town. Properly.â
His mouth hardened slightly. âWell, it sure is a pleasure,
but right now Iâm kind of in the middle of something, so
Iâll have to take a rain check.â His eyes flickered over the
womanâs shoulder to where Harper was sipping on her whiskey,
enjoying the show. She had a perfect view of the womanâs
tramp stampâthe positively poetic Get Some with an arrow
pointing downâalong with her above-the-waistband
Goodyear Blimps speared a look designed to put Harper six
feet under twice over and then quickly recalibrated her
smile for Remy. From her cleavage, she extracted a
(crumpled, undoubtedly sweatstained) business card and
placed it in Remyâs jeans pocket. It took a few moments to
ensure it was safely secured.
âThe welcome offer is open-ended, Jinx.â
Another wince crossed Remyâs face, though Goodyear missed it
as she was too busy trying to maintain her center of gravity
on her totter toward the bar.
â âThe welcome offer is open-ended, Jinx ,â â Harper
mimicked in her most breathless gush, adding a bout of
vehement eyelash batting into the mix.
âDonât be jealous, now, Harper. I sent her away, didnât I?â