Rock Chick Redemption(109)

Everyone was quiet after that.

“Al righty then!” Indy said into the ensuing silence, “Why don’t we al get lunch?”

“That sounds great, I could eat a horse but gotta unload the car first. We got a boatload of your shit,” Annette said to me. “The old Subaru is draggin’.”

“You can take it to my place,” Hank told her.

I froze.

No. No way in hell. I thought.

“No,” I said out loud.

“Cool,” Annette ignored me. “Should we fol ow you

“Cool,” Annette ignored me. “Should we fol ow you there?”

“We’l al go,” Al y, al of a sudden, was there. “Many hands make light work.”

“No,” I repeated, slightly louder this time.

“Let’s go, I’m starved. The sooner we get this done, the sooner I can eat,” Eddie said as he and Jet walked up to us. He had Jet in a hold much like the one Hank was using on me.

“No,” I said again, even louder.

“Where are we going to lunch? I vote Las Delicias,” Indy put in.

“We had that yesterday,” Lee said.

“Every day is Las Delicias day,” Indy smiled to him.

“No!” I said for the fourth time and it was nearly a shout.

Daisy linked her arm in mine, pul ing me away from Hank. “You can ride with me, Sugar. We got shit we haven’t talked about yet.”

It was Hank’s turn to freeze.

“Don’t worry, Hunkalicious, we’l be right on your tail,” Daisy told him and guided me to the door.

“Don’t mind Tex, Jane and me, we’l just stay here and work!” Duke shouted to us as we walked out the door.

“Thanks, you’re a dol ,” Indy shouted back.

I looked back in dread at Uncle Tex but he was grinning.

Daisy took me to her Mercedes, which was parked in the back while everyone scattered to their own vehicles.

I sat in the car, staring unseeing out the window while she started the car.

“Sugar, you look scared as a jackrabbit,” Daisy said.

“Sugar, you look scared as a jackrabbit,” Daisy said.

“I am scared. My car has been impounded and I can’t get home. I can’t get anywhere. Now my friends are essential y moving my shit into the house of a man I’ve known for a week. It’s official. As of today, I met him a week ago.”

“Seems longer,” Daisy muttered.

She wasn’t wrong.