Then Hawk’s hands were on me, he turned me so my back was to him and I felt my wrap settle on my shoulders.
Then he turned me to face him and handed me my clutch.
“Did that just happen?” I whispered.
“Yep,” Hawk replied, grabbed my hand and tugged me to the door.
“My Dad just saw us making out with your hand on my ass,” I added detail, just to confirm.
Hawk opened the door and pulled me through, repeating, “Yep.”
“Well, at least I got my Jimmy Choos before I died. Now you can take me to the nearest railway crossing and I’ll throw myself in front of a train.”
Hawk kept his hand firm in mine as he led me down the steps of the back stoop and toward the gate of my backyard and he did this while chuckling.
“I’m not finding this funny,” I told him as he lifted the latch on the gate, pulled it open and tugged me through.
“Babe, you’ve been married, he knows you aren’t a virgin.”
“Uh… yeah but –”
“And he knows what type of guy I am because he’s the same type of guy so he pretty much knows I’m not gonna have a hot piece like his daughter and not kiss her with my hand on her ass, not to mention do other things to her.”
“You can quit talking now,” I told him.
He beeped the locks on the Camaro, opened the door and ignored me. “You think he waited until he put his band on her finger to get your stepmom in his bed, babe, you’re very wrong.”
He shoved me in the car while I put my hands over my ears and chanted, “La la la,” over and over again.
Even though I was chanting, I could still hear him chuckling.
Hawk slammed the door and I buckled in thinking, time to move on.
Hawk got in beside me, fired up the Camaro and we purred from the curb.
Nice.
Hawk drove and he did this silently and he did this for awhile so I filled the conversational void.
“The security system is done.”
“I know.”
“Smoke taught us how to use it,” I went on.
Silence, then, “Smoke?”
“Your Numero Dos.”
“My Numero Dos?”
I turned to look at him. “Yeah. The Hispanic guy that supervised the work.”
Another beat of silence then Hawk burst out laughing.
“What’s funny?” I asked into his laughter.
“Smoke,” he said through his laughter.