No way in hell.
Vance shook his head and looked away, his eyes moving to the television hanging by the bar and I had the feeling I’d disappointed him.
“What are you doing tonight?” I asked to change the subject and his eyes slid back to me.
“Got a job. It’ll take a few hours.”
“Are you coming back to my place when you’re done?”
I found I was worried about his answer.
“Yeah.”
I found I was relieved at his answer.
“Okay,” I smiled at him.
His gaze dropped to my mouth, taking in my smile. Then he looked in my eyes again and his were serious.
“Princess, we’re gonna have to do something about your inability to share.”
“I’m working on it,” I promised.
He watched me a bit and then said, “Somethin’ else.”
Uh-oh.
He still had the serious look in his eye.
“Yeah?” I asked, but I didn’t want to know.
“I’m wonderin’ why you bought Mace, Ike and Luke cookies when I’m the one who brought in Clarence and Jermaine yesterday.”
I didn’t know what to make of this question. The answer seemed obvious to me but I gave it to him anyway.
“You get na**d gratitude,” I told him.
He stared at me a beat and again I knew I threw him.
Then he gave me one of his shit-eating grins.
“A lot of it,” I went on.
The grin turned into a smile.
“Vance!” a female voice called from behind me.
Vance’s eyes cut to the voice, his smile vanished and I looked over my shoulder.
Coming toward us was a fantastic-looking, curvy, leggy, long-wavy-haired brunette. She had on a short skirt, high-heeled boots and a tight sweater that was giving some serious cle**age.
She was also smiling at Vance in a way that I did not like.
“Hey,” she breathed when she got to our table and I realized instantly that this had been one of the many girls who had come before me.
Poof! There it was. My head crackin’ mamma jamma came out.
“Jackie,” Vance replied. He was across the table from me but I could see his face and it was blank.