โRemy!โ A tall redhead wearing what looked like a band of
gauze lassoing two Goodyear blimps threw her arms around his
neck. โI canโt believe youโre here!โ
The new arrival practically knocked Harper out of the way,
pretzeled her stacked body around Remyโs, and sucked on the
Cajunโs lips like an anteater. It took him a good three and
a half secondsโbut who was counting?โbefore he drew back.
โHave we met, chรฉrie?โ
โWe have now, Jinx,โ she purred. โI just wanted to welcome
you to Chi-Town. Properly.โ
His mouth hardened slightly. โWell, it sure is a pleasure,
but right now Iโm kind of in the middle of something, so
Iโll have to take a rain check.โ His eyes flickered over the
womanโs shoulder to where Harper was sipping on her whiskey,
enjoying the show. She had a perfect view of the womanโs
tramp stampโthe positively poetic Get Some with an arrow
pointing downโalong 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 Remyโs jeans pocket. It took a few moments to
ensure it was safely secured.
โThe welcome offer is open-ended, Jinx.โ
Another wince crossed Remyโs face, though Goodyear missed it
as she was too busy trying to maintain her center of gravity
on her totter toward the bar.
โ โThe welcome offer is open-ended, Jinx ,โ โ Harper
mimicked in her most breathless gush, adding a bout of
vehement eyelash batting into the mix.
โDonโt be jealous, now, Harper. I sent her away, didnโt I?โ