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Incubus Dreams :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 541 из 605” Micah froze, because it didn’t sound like Ronnie.
I hopped down to the floor and was running for the phone while she was still slurring her words. “Ronnie, Ronnie, it’s me. What’s happened?”
“Anita, it’s you.”
“Ronnie, what’s happened?” My pulse was thudding in my throat again. Adrenaline had chased the shock and the numbness away.
“I’m drunk,” she said happily.
“What?”
“I’m at a club across the river. I am watching men take their clothes off.”
“What club?”
“Something Dreams.”
“Incubus Dreams,” I said.
“That’s it,” and she slurred her S.
“Why are you at a strip club getting drunk?” I asked. The adrenaline was easing away.
“Louie won’t live with me. He says marriage or nothin’, and I said nuthin’.”
“Oh, Ronnie.”
“I am drunk, and the bartender says I need a ride. Can I have a ride?”
Micah was standing close enough that he’d caught some of it. “I’ll go get her.”
“Anita, why are men such bastards?”
I wasn’t sure that men were such bastards, but I knew better than to argue. “I’ll come get you, just stay there, and don’t do anything you’ll regret when you wake up tomorrow.”
She giggled; Ronnie never giggled. “Oh, I want to do something that Louie will regret tomorrow.”
Shit. “Sit tight, don’t do anything stupid. We’ll be there as soon as we can.” She hung up, still laughing.
I filled Micah in on the parts he’d missed. “You need to rest, Anita. I’ll go get her.”
“First, she’s in the men-are-bastards mind-set, and she’s wanting to do something that Louie will regret tomorrow. I think you alone wouldn’t be a good idea, besides she’s my friend. But I’m letting you come with me.”
He was frowning at me.
I touched his arm. “Going to bed with you beside me is the best idea in the world right now, but going to bed without you is like the worst idea in the world. I think alone my head’s going to turn ugly.
Maybe going out is exactly what I need.”
He frowned harder. “You can just call her a taxi.”
“Ronnie and I just made up from a fight that’s lasted for months. I don’t want to lose her again.”
“I’m not going to talk you out of this, am I?”
“No.”
He smiled then, though his eyes still weren’t happy. “Then let’s go.”
I smiled at him. “Thank you.”
“What for, not arguing?”
“Yeah.
I hopped down to the floor and was running for the phone while she was still slurring her words. “Ronnie, Ronnie, it’s me. What’s happened?”
“Anita, it’s you.”
“Ronnie, what’s happened?” My pulse was thudding in my throat again. Adrenaline had chased the shock and the numbness away.
“I’m drunk,” she said happily.
“What?”
“I’m at a club across the river. I am watching men take their clothes off.”
“What club?”
“Something Dreams.”
“Incubus Dreams,” I said.
“That’s it,” and she slurred her S.
“Why are you at a strip club getting drunk?” I asked. The adrenaline was easing away.
“Louie won’t live with me. He says marriage or nothin’, and I said nuthin’.”
“Oh, Ronnie.”
“I am drunk, and the bartender says I need a ride. Can I have a ride?”
Micah was standing close enough that he’d caught some of it. “I’ll go get her.”
“Anita, why are men such bastards?”
I wasn’t sure that men were such bastards, but I knew better than to argue. “I’ll come get you, just stay there, and don’t do anything you’ll regret when you wake up tomorrow.”
She giggled; Ronnie never giggled. “Oh, I want to do something that Louie will regret tomorrow.”
Shit. “Sit tight, don’t do anything stupid. We’ll be there as soon as we can.” She hung up, still laughing.
I filled Micah in on the parts he’d missed. “You need to rest, Anita. I’ll go get her.”
“First, she’s in the men-are-bastards mind-set, and she’s wanting to do something that Louie will regret tomorrow. I think you alone wouldn’t be a good idea, besides she’s my friend. But I’m letting you come with me.”
He was frowning at me.
I touched his arm. “Going to bed with you beside me is the best idea in the world right now, but going to bed without you is like the worst idea in the world. I think alone my head’s going to turn ugly.
Maybe going out is exactly what I need.”
He frowned harder. “You can just call her a taxi.”
“Ronnie and I just made up from a fight that’s lasted for months. I don’t want to lose her again.”
“I’m not going to talk you out of this, am I?”
“No.”
He smiled then, though his eyes still weren’t happy. “Then let’s go.”
I smiled at him. “Thank you.”
“What for, not arguing?”
“Yeah.