Fun with Brady and Angelica (Kit Tolliver #10 (The Kit Tolliver Stories) Read Free Page B

the back of the head with the other, and you twisted abruptly, forcing the chin up and to the left, yanking the head down and to the right, and if you did it properly you were rewarded with the sound of the neck snapping.
    If it didn’t work the first time, well, she wouldn’t be going anywhere. You could keep trying until you got it right.
    His hands tightened on the steering wheel. It was funny, he thought. Angelica had just connected successfully with the most attractive woman in the place—well, next to herself, anyway. The most ideal prospect for the evening, certainly, and she’d be bringing the girl home, and a wonderful time was virtually guaranteed—for the two of them, certainly, and very likely for the girl as well.
    And here he was wishing she’d picked up the bull dyke instead. Whose face was handsome enough, perhaps, and who’d have a nice healthy body, but who was by no means his type, or Angelica’s either. Oh, he’d enjoy forcing her. He’d get pleasure from the sex. But the only thing that made the butch so irresistibly appealing was the fact that she’d have a broken neck by the time the evening was over.
    Something, perhaps, for him to think about.

    Once she’d signaled to Brady, all Angelica wanted to do was corral the girl and herd her out of there. But she forced herself to give him time to get home and get settled in, forced herself to listen, or at least pretend to listen, to some tedious story Missy was telling about a childhood pet. Forced herself to take a taste of the girl’s Orange Blossom and speculate as to what the mystery ingredient might be, along with the gin and orange juice. Missy thought it might be Grand Marnier, but wasn’t too clear on what Grand Marnier tasted like all by itself.
    That sounded like a cue, and Angelica offered to buy her one, but Missy said she didn’t want any more to drink, and that one Orange Blossom was plenty. “Because, you know,” she said, “it dulls the senses. It picks you up at first, but then it sort of numbs you.”
    “And you don’t want to be numb?”
    The girl did whatever it was she did with her eyes. And her lips were just the least bit parted. “No,” she said. “No, I don’t want to be numb.”
    “Would you like to come home with me, Missy?”
    “I shouldn’t.”
    “Oh, I think you should.”
    “I’m a little afraid, to tell you the truth.”
    “Afraid? Afraid of what?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “You’re not afraid of me, are you?”
    “Maybe I’m afraid of myself. And of you, in a way.”
    “Oh?”
    The girl looked away, as if the words would be easier to say without eye contact. “I always hold back a little,” she said. “With you I think I might not.”
    “You might let go.”
    “Yes.”
    “And find out who you really are.”
    “Yes.”
    “And would that be so bad?” She didn’t wait for an answer, but stood up and took Missy in tow, holding her upper arm with a grip that was gentle but firm. And led her, wordlessly, out of the bar.

    The car was a Lexus, which suggested that Angelica was not living on food stamps. That was all to the good, but only confirmed what the woman’s dress and manner had already established.
    And none of that mattered much, not to Missy, not now.
    Angelica triggered the remote to unlock the doors, then held the passenger door open for Missy. Well, wasn’t that courtly? It was rare enough for a man to hold the door for you. Who would have guessed a woman would do it?
    She started to get in, then stopped and straightened up. Angelica asked her if something was wrong. For answer, Missy turned toward her, thinking Come on, what are you waiting for?
    And Angelica kissed her. Oh, sweet, Missy thought, and held back at first, then yielded to the embrace and let herself melt utterly into it.
    The kiss lasted a while, and when it ended Missy drew a breath and held onto the car roof as if for support. She was acting, but only in part, because the kiss had turned her on something