Page 92 of Spring L.A.W.
Crowe never thought he’d say it, butthank the Goddess we didn’t lose him!
Now Crowe felt a slight pressure pulling down, so they must be heading up in an elevator. He didn’t know if they’d waited for Rick or not. He was guessing not.I’ll bet this young man wants to get my Witchy alone. Little does he know what he’s getting into.
The elevator bounced slightly as it stopped, and if Crowe hadn’t already barfed everything in his stomach, he would have again.
“I gotta stop at another room and hand off this prescription, but then we can go to my room and, uh… wash your pussy.”
“Oh, you picked up that medicine for somebody else? What a nice man you are.”
“Yeah. You know what? They can wait. Let’s go to my room first.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t want anyone to wait for their medicine. It must be important if someone sent you to get it. Besides, they might wonder what’s taking you so long if we, um… get tied up.”
Oh, nice double entendre, Witchy. She’d have him anticipating vigorous thanks if he wasn’t already.
“It’ll only take a second, right?”
“Right.” He rapped on the door twice in quick succession, then waited briefly and rapped once more. Crowe heard the door open, and the LV bag’s zipper slid back slowly as two guys were talking. He’d be needed soon.
“Who’s she?”
“Just some dumb broad who needs a place to wash her cat.” He probably thought he was whispering, but Crowe’s acute hearing picked up every word.
“What cat?”
Crowe took that as his cue, jumped from the bag, and dashed into the room.
“Oh, no! My pussy’s loose!” Joell cried.
I’ll bet she didn’t even realize that pun was decidedly unsexy.
Crowe dashed around the suite while the big guy ran after him. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks and growled.
“Damn. A familiar! And I’ll bet your lady friend isn’t just some dumb bimbo. She’s a witch!”
Uh oh. The cat’s out of the bag—in more ways than one.
Joell jumped in and yelled, “Freeze!” She pointed her pink Derringer with one hand and grabbed the guy who’d given her a ride with the other. She tossed him to the floor, then grabbed his buddy and threw him on top as if he were an old coat.
Holy crap!Where’d she get a gun?More importantly, why had she jumped in like that? Crowe saw no reason for her to give herself away. Nothing was going on there. She could have just denied what the guy had said instead of confirming it.
Oh yeah.It was that time of the quarter. She didn’t need a logical reason. Crowe would have to take it upon himself to search the other rooms while she kept her gun trained on the surprised men.
“Oh, look at the cute little gun,” the guy on top of his buddy said as he started to get up.
She switched her aim to settle right between his eyes. “Yeah, and it’ll kill you just as dead.”
He lowered himself back down in a hurry. Taking a better look at him, Crowe realized he looked like one of Lioness’s drawings.
He peeked around the corner and spied three doors off the hallway, but all were closed.Well, that’s just great. How am I supposed to open them? With my tail?
At that moment, Rick burst in behind Joell and said, “Get on your knees and put your hands behind your heads.”
“Where are they?” Joell demanded.
“Where are who?” the big guy yelled. He narrowed his eyes, then clasped his hands behind his head. The driver rose to his knees and did the same. They both seemed begrudgingly cooperative, despite looking agitated and angry.
Rick moved inside while Joell closed the door and kept her gun trained on the criminals.
