βRemy!β A tall redhead wearing what looked like a band of
gauze lassoing two Goodyear blimps threw her arms around his
neck. βI canβt believe youβre here!β
The new arrival practically knocked Harper out of the way,
pretzeled her stacked body around Remyβs, and sucked on the
Cajunβs lips like an anteater. It took him a good three and
a half secondsβbut who was counting?βbefore he drew back.
βHave we met, chΓ©rie?β
βWe have now, Jinx,β she purred. βI just wanted to welcome
you to Chi-Town. Properly.β
His mouth hardened slightly. βWell, it sure is a pleasure,
but right now Iβm kind of in the middle of something, so
Iβll have to take a rain check.β His eyes flickered over the
womanβs shoulder to where Harper was sipping on her whiskey,
enjoying the show. She had a perfect view of the womanβs
tramp stampβthe positively poetic Get Some with an arrow
pointing downβalong with her above-the-waistband
leopardprint thong.
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 Remyβs jeans pocket. It took a few moments to
ensure it was safely secured.
βThe welcome offer is open-ended, Jinx.β
Another wince crossed Remyβs face, though Goodyear missed it
as she was too busy trying to maintain her center of gravity
on her totter toward the bar.
β βThe welcome offer is open-ended, Jinx ,β β Harper
mimicked in her most breathless gush, adding a bout of
vehement eyelash batting into the mix.
βDonβt be jealous, now, Harper. I sent her away, didnβt I?β