His Assurance (Assured Distraction Book 3) Read Free

in the U.S.? Why had they arrested her? I can find these answers with a click of my mouse.
     
    Headline News: “Woman arrested for possible terrorist threats aboard a plane from Paris.”
     
    A woman, claiming to be a U.S. citizen was arrested yesterday on a plane bound for Houston, Texas from Paris, France. Reports say she caused an incident and had to be physically taken down by the Air Marshal along with a couple of passengers who aided the Marshal. According to eyewitnesses, she attacked another passenger when he attempted to leave the plane’s lavatory. The male passenger said they were seated next to each other, and she was very intoxicated when she left her seat. Guess “I’m drunk on a plane” isn’t just a country song. And next…
     
    That was bullshit. Lola would never attack someone. Damn, I was only with her one night, but even I knew that. I started wondering how I could get in touch with her in Houston or if she was still in jail?
    When my phone chimed it brought me back to Earth, I saw Carter on the ID. “’Sup, dude?”
    “Hey, I just saw that the French chick you banged in Paris after our show on the news.”
    “Hell yeah, it was her. I can pick ‘em, huh? No, but seriously, she was a nice girl.”
    “Yeah, she was real nice when I heard her screaming all of those obscenities in French from your room.” Carter laughingly reminded me. Damn, I hoped no one remembered those kinds of things about her.
    “Dude, don’t talk about her that way. We were alone and had fun together, not breaking any laws, not hurting each other or someone else, so leave it alone.” I knew I didn’t have to take the high road with him, but I wanted to see her again, and if Carter went around reminding everyone of the time we had in Paris, they would all think she was some groupie whore. Even if she was, I didn’t want to know about it.
    “Yeah, so how do you feel about a road trip down to Houston? I want to see her.”
    “Are you serious? The media will be all over that, Gunner. You don’t want to get in the middle of that shit storm.”
    He was probably right about that, but I am determined to talk to her. “I’m going with or without you, so you decide.”
    “When are you leaving? I’m a little preoccupied at the moment.” I knew he had a woman with him. When did he not? When I heard a man’s voice, my ears perked up fast.
    “Dude, who or what are you entertaining over there? That sounded like a man laughing.”
    “Yeah, picked up a couple of girls and a guy came with them. It’s all good. I didn’t cheat on your sorry ass, so don’t worry about it.” I knew he didn’t play for that team but damn, when a guy was close enough I could hear him laughing on the phone, I was a little thrown off.
    “So, uh, are y’all in one bed together?” Carter and I had a routine with our sharing, and I was good with that, but I didn’t know he shared with other dudes, too. I didn’t think it had happened before.
    “No Gun, we did not share anything. I’ll talk to you later about it. What time you want to head to H-town?”
    “I gotta find her first, so I’ll get back with you.”
    “Later, dude.” He ended the call.
    Carter and I shared lots of women. We loved it. We loved sharing several women at the same time even more, and the way things went with the crazy women out on tour, it happened as often as we wanted. The hardest part was finding a room that could accommodate us all.
    We never shared with strange men, though. NEVER. We had some unspoken rules, and that was one of them. We weren’t switch-hitters, either. We might take turns with women but never with each other. We weren’t homophobes or anything, but we just didn’t get off on men. Damn, we always had enough women to keep us satisfied so why even think about going there.
    I pulled up her number on my phone and decided I would start with a text. We hadn’t spoken in over a year.
     
    Gunner: I see you’re in the States … No that was too