Leave it to Gin to be sweet and snarky at the same time. She watched his face for a moment as though she were waiting to see him do what she’d asked and open his eyes. He didn’t. With a shake of her head, she turned and looked at me, head cocked to the side. She gave me a once over and then she clucked her tongue.
“Well, you look a little better. Still like shit, but you must have gotten some decent shut-eye and finally blessed us all with a shower.” She leaned forward and sniffed my head, loudly making her point. “Yep, fresh as a daisy.”
I shoved at her chest and smiled. “Shut up, skank. What’s in the bag?”
Blinking rapidly, she lifted a finger to her cheek. “Whatever do you mean?”
I half-chuckled, already feeling lighter in her presence. Gin swayed her hips and arms, making a real deal out of sitting on the loveseat and pulling items out of her bag of goodies.
“Okay, since it’s been over a week and you’re flabby ass hasn’t left this room, I figured some serious shit to pass the time was in order.” Gin grabbed each item and showed them to me. “Deck of cards, crosswords, Sudoku…”
“Sudoku? What the heck is that?”
Ginelle shrugged. “It’s some type of math game.”
“You brought me a math game? Me?”
She grinned and flipped a few pages in the book. “I don’t know. There was this really cute guy working at the grocery store, and we kind of got to talking. I told him what I was looking for so he pointed to all this shit. And I just grabbed and flirted.” She looked out the window as if she were remembering the moment. “Anyway, he said it was his favorite, loved trying to break all the puzzles, blah blah. Really, I was more interested in watching his mouth move and wondering how he could put those plump lips to use on my…” She pointed to her crotch.
“Gin!” I looked over at Pops. “Girl, he can hear you.”
Her brows furrowed. “Really? You think so?”
“Yeah, I do. So don’t talk about wanting a grocery store clerk to you know.” I gestured to my own hoo-hah.
Ginelle rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Anyway, Mads can work on that one.” Good point. Maddy was the brains in this family. “I’ve also got some fashion mags, and of course, your favorite…” She held up an issue of Street Bike Magazine and made it dance in front of my face.
There was a smokin’ hot Playboy Bunny on the cover, dangling over the side of the brand new Yamaha YZF-R1 super bike. The street bike was as slick as the desert highway after a first rain. It had bright royal blue trim and plenty of shiny chrome to blind the eyes of the dudes scoping it out when they should be driving. The bike’s 4-cylinder, 16-valve engine was a technical marvel with its cross-plane crank, titanium connecting rods, and compact combustion chambers. The sexy beast tipped the scales at around four hundred and forty pounds. I’d give my left breast to own something that beautiful. Eh, not really. Well, maybe.
My eyes started to fill. Damn, I had the most amazing best friend. “Thanks, Gin,” I said, my voice clouded with emotion.
She crossed her petite and toned-as-fuck legs over one another, leaned back, and laid her arms out wide. “So update me. Where’s Surfer Boy? Why isn’t he here?”
With that one question, the emotional weight of the world was back on my shoulders. I’d contacted Judi, his house attendant, and even reached out to his sister, Jeananna, and his mother, Claire. Neither had heard anything, and everyone was starting to worry. They didn’t think it was that unusual for Weston to be out of pocket since they’d go a month sometimes not hearing from him, but that fact that I hadn’t heard had made their hackles rise. Me? Not so much. Especially not since we’d committed our lives to one another and I’d moved into his house. We were looking forward to spending time together. He was supposed to be home when I was done in Texas, and then I’d hoped to be able to meet him before moving on to client number nine. I’d heard nothing.