Rock Chick Renegade(174)

“Do you think I’m teasing him?” I breathed, beginning to freak out.

“Uh…” Nick mumbled, watching me freak out and then lifted a hand to scratch the back of his head, “maybe you should talk to one of the girls at the bookstore about it.”

“I think I’ll do that,” I agreed quietly and I was damned certain I would. If there was ever a time for a girlfriend, this was the time.

Nick came forward and kissed my cheek then he was gone.

I got into Hazel and freaked out.

Then I thought of Vance sleeping in my bed and I freaked out more (but in a good way).

Then I felt something funny, sweet and wet, nudging around in my memory filing cabinets. I looked through my chain link fence and saw a cute, fawn-colored pug puppy with a black face pushing his nose through the fence and giving me sloppy, puppy kisses.

I looked through the fence.

My Rottie was nowhere to be seen.

I wondered if I’d miss him.

Chapter Twenty

Yoko Ono

I sat in the parking lot at King’s and pulled out my cell phone, scrolled down to Luke’s number, took a deep breath and hit the green button.

“Yeah?” he answered after the first ring.

“Hey, it’s Jules.”

“I know who it is and I know why you’re callin’. I’m lookin’ at the monitors and I see Vance’s Harley sittin’ outside your house.”

Whoops.

“Um, seems there was a misunderstanding,” I told him.

“Bet there was, especially with him doin’ surveillance room last night.”

“He kinda saw us,” I explained unnecessarily.

“I know where the cameras are positioned, babe. He more than kinda saw us.”

He’d said “cameras”, plural. It was a big room but still.

I decided it was best not to think about it. “He wasn’t happy,” I went on.

Silence but I heard a door close.

“Seems that we weren’t broken up after all,” I went on, “he was just giving me space.”

More silence for a beat then quietly, “I hope that’s it. I find out he threw away his nice shiny toy then got pissed when he saw someone else playin’ with it, I’m the one who’s not gonna be happy.”

Um.

Yikes.

“I’m not sure I like being described as a toy,” I said, feeling the head crackin’ vibe coming over me.

“I’m not the one treatin’ you like a toy,” Luke shot back.