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Incubus Dreams :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 550 из 605Dallas didn’t touch me, or try to keep her by force, he was sneakier than that, and smarter, too. He buried his face in her chest and nibbled gently on the edge of her breast. Ronnie threw her head back and made a noise that I never wanted to hear my friend make while I was in the same room.
Micah called, not quite a yell, “Anita, what’s taking so long?”
“Ronnie doesn’t want to leave.”
“Then, let’s go.” Something in his voice made me want to see what was happening with him.
“I’ll be right back, don’t do anything that you can get arrested for.” Dallas gave me a look that said plainly he was going to try and do just the opposite, but it was the best I could do, unless I wanted to drag Ronnie out of the booth by her hair. I wanted to see why Micah’s voice sounded the way it did.
Micah was very politely, but firmly, saying to an older gentleman, “Thank you, but no, we’re waiting for a friend.”
“I’ll be your friend,” the man said. He flashed a wad of bills about waist height, so you wouldn’t see it from farther into the club.
The bill that showed was a twenty, leaving the implication that it was a roll of twenties.
Micah shook his head.
The man peeled off two twenties.
“No,” Micah said.
I was almost up to them, when the man peeled off two more twenties-eighty bucks-and held it up to Micah. “No one else is going to offer you more tonight.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said, “I’m throwing in room and board, and sex with a girl.” I put my arm around Micah’s waist, and he did the same to me.
The man’s eyes flicked to me, then back to Micah, then to me.
“You’re his friend?”
I nodded.
“You really were waiting for a friend,” the man said.
“I did tell you that,” Micah said.
The man frowned and started folding his money away. “I didn’t think you meant this kind of friend.”
“He did,” I said, and gave him the smile that was bright and cheerful and never reached my eyes. I looked around for Nathaniel and found that I could barely see him around the backs of a couple that had him backed into a corner. He raised a hand, so I’d be sure to see him. Or maybe he was asking for help, like a drowning man.
I took Micah’s hand and brought him with me. I think safety in numbers was our best bet. “Excuse me, boys and girls,” I said.
The couple turned and looked at me. The man was tall and dark, the girl was a little taller than me and blond.
Micah called, not quite a yell, “Anita, what’s taking so long?”
“Ronnie doesn’t want to leave.”
“Then, let’s go.” Something in his voice made me want to see what was happening with him.
“I’ll be right back, don’t do anything that you can get arrested for.” Dallas gave me a look that said plainly he was going to try and do just the opposite, but it was the best I could do, unless I wanted to drag Ronnie out of the booth by her hair. I wanted to see why Micah’s voice sounded the way it did.
Micah was very politely, but firmly, saying to an older gentleman, “Thank you, but no, we’re waiting for a friend.”
“I’ll be your friend,” the man said. He flashed a wad of bills about waist height, so you wouldn’t see it from farther into the club.
The bill that showed was a twenty, leaving the implication that it was a roll of twenties.
Micah shook his head.
The man peeled off two twenties.
“No,” Micah said.
I was almost up to them, when the man peeled off two more twenties-eighty bucks-and held it up to Micah. “No one else is going to offer you more tonight.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said, “I’m throwing in room and board, and sex with a girl.” I put my arm around Micah’s waist, and he did the same to me.
The man’s eyes flicked to me, then back to Micah, then to me.
“You’re his friend?”
I nodded.
“You really were waiting for a friend,” the man said.
“I did tell you that,” Micah said.
The man frowned and started folding his money away. “I didn’t think you meant this kind of friend.”
“He did,” I said, and gave him the smile that was bright and cheerful and never reached my eyes. I looked around for Nathaniel and found that I could barely see him around the backs of a couple that had him backed into a corner. He raised a hand, so I’d be sure to see him. Or maybe he was asking for help, like a drowning man.
I took Micah’s hand and brought him with me. I think safety in numbers was our best bet. “Excuse me, boys and girls,” I said.
The couple turned and looked at me. The man was tall and dark, the girl was a little taller than me and blond.