I knew that look.
“Hector –” I started but he didn’t listen. Instead, he kissed me.
In about a nanosecond, he loosened me up all right. So much, we were full on necking when the elevator doors opened.
“Yowza, get a room!” I heard Ally call.
I pulled free of Hector’s arms, looked into Luke and Ava’s cool LoDo loft and felt my face go flush as my eyes bugged out.
Everyone was there including two guys I’d never seen before. There were margarita glasses scattered amongst bowls of chips and guacamole with the bizarre addition of loads of tubes, tubs, brushes, combs, sprays, bottles, jars, mirrors and hair dryers.
The Rock Chicks were all in various stages of… I didn’t know what. Their makeup was way over the top, their hair teased out to maximum volume and they were all dressed like, well, there was no nice way to put it… skanks.
“We’ve decided to go groupie!” Ava announced happily.
“Not groupie, Eighties Rock Video Bimbo,” Indy corrected her (like there was a difference).
Eighties Rock Video Bimbo?
Were they nuts?
Regardless of this alarming announcement which would make anyone in their right mind turn and flee, Hector moved me into the loft and Luke got close to us.
“You got a choice, babe,” Luke said and my eyes turned to him when I realized he was talking to me. “You can stay here and get skanked or you can go out tonight with Hector and me. We’ll probably get shot at but I’m thinkin’ it’s the better choice.”
My mouth dropped open and my heart started beating harder before I realized he was teasing me.
Still, teasing or not, I turned to Hector and said, “I don’t want you to get shot at.”
Hector was grinning. “I’m not gonna get shot at.”
I was not deterred. “You get in a situation where you even think you’re going to get shot at, you exit said situation, pronto,” I demanded.
“Oowee, listen to Little Miss Bossy,” Shirleen called.
I cut my eyes to Shirleen and she laughed at the ice rays I sent darting in her direction.
Yes, laughed!
Whatever.
I had bigger fish to fry.
I looked back at Hector. “Promise me.”
“Sadie –”
“Promise!” I snapped.
“Shit, you’re cute,” Hector said rather than promising.
I narrowed my eyes. “I’m not cute and I’m not being funny. Now, promise.”
He curled me to his front and his mouth touched mine.
When he lifted his mouth from mine he murmured, “Promise.”
“Well,” I breathed, “thank you.”