Breaking into my mental list-making, one of the na**d skanks shouted at me, “What the f**k you doin’? You can’t come in here and taser Warren. Who the f**k you think you are?”
Then she came at me, body parts jiggling, lanky hair flying.
My taser prongs were in Warren so I dropped it. She gave me the same opening as Jermaine had done, ready to scratch my eyes out. I grabbed her wrist, flipped her and she landed on her back. I heard her breath escape in a whoosh when she hit the floor.
“Aiiiiyeeeee!” the other skank screamed, coming at me too.
I hadn’t recovered from the first skank. So I planted my feet, dropped my shoulder when she got close and rolled her over my back. She flew over me, arms and legs pumping and landed on the floor.
I pulled my gun out of my waistband and trained it on them two-handed.
“Don’t move,” I ordered.
They stared, eyes wide, at my gun.
I glared back. “Stupid skanks,” I muttered under my breath.
I felt a presence beside me and I looked over at Luke.
His eyes were on the skanks. Then he looked at me and a slow smile spread on his face.
“Babe,” was all he said.
Ike moved in on my other side. He was looking at the skanks and the prone body of Warren. Then his eyes moved to Luke.
“Lee’s recruitin’. Should we get her an application?”
* * * * *
Luke told the skanks to dress Warren and without a word they did as they were told. Then Ike cuffed and shackled him. They loaded him up in Ike’s Explorer and Ike took him to the station.
Luke and I went to my house. I let us in.
My blood was still pumping at my triple takedown. I wanted to be cool about it but I was pretty f**king pleased with myself.
I switched on a lamp, dumped my blazer on the chaise and smiled at Luke.
“Want a beer?” I asked brightly.
He watched me. “Jazzed?” he asked, one side of his mouth going up in his sexy grin.
I nodded.
His eyes cut to the ratty workout bag that was still where Tex dropped it, incongruous in my fancy-ass living room.
“Tear gas,” I answered his unspoken question.
Luke looked at me again then he shook his head. “The smell?” Luke asked when he was done shaking his head.
“Burned brownies. I’m trying to teach myself to be domesticated.”
“Smells like you’re failing.”
I shrugged, still smiling at him.
He kept looking at me.
“Beer?” I asked again.