3 - Rock Chick Redemption: Rock Chick by Kristen Ashley

Author:Kristen Ashley [Ashley, Kristen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Rock Chick#3
Publisher: Rock Chick Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

We walked into Ally’s and nearly everyone was there but Daisy.

“Yo, bitch!” Annette yelled at me. “Yo, dude!” she yelled at Hank.

Hank smiled at her.

She gawked at him, momentarily stunned by his smile, then turned to me and nodded her head slowly.

“Nice,” she drawled.

I rolled my eyes.

“Like the sweatshirt,” Ally remarked, leaning back and taking me in, then she introduced me to her boyfriend, Carl. He was good-looking, tall, blond, blue-eyed and grinning at Hank. A knowing grin that made me feel slightly bothered, but weirdly in a good way.

“We need to talk,” Hank said to him.

“I figured that,” Carl said back.

Hank leaned down and wrapped an arm around my waist sideways. I looked up at him and he gave me a light kiss.

“Have fun,” he said against my mouth.

Then he and Carl walked out the front door.

“What’s that all about?” I asked, watching the closed door as if I had x-ray vision and could see through it.

“That’s Hank telling Carl he’ll make him into an instant girl if anything happens to you,” Ally explained.

“Good God,” I murmured.

“Don’t worry. Nothing’s gonna happen to you,” Indy said.

The door opened and Daisy arrived. Or, I should say Daisy arrived.

She was wearing a skintight, faded denim jumpsuit, the crotch to bosom zipper unzipped to maximum cleavage potential, rhinestones adorning the outer sides of her legs, up her hips, waist, sides, and down the inside of the sleeves. She was wearing matching platform, high-heeled, faded denim boots heavily encrusted with rhinestones. She had a pink chiffon scarf tied around her neck and her platinum blonde hair was teased out to peak volume.

“Yo, bitch!” Annette yelled, completely oblivious to the fact that Daisy looked like she was about to step onstage in Vegas.

“Yo, sugar,” Daisy replied.

“I thought I told you to wear gym shoes,” Ally said, peeved that her Haunted House instructions were not carried out to the letter.

“I don’t do gym shoes, comprende?” Daisy told her, giving her a squinty look.

Yowza.

“It’s your funeral,” Ally shot back, totally unaffected by the squinty look.

Holy cow.

Daisy’s eyes came to me. “Honey bunches of oats,” she said, “your man is outside having an extreme conversation with her man.” A toss of her head indicated Ally.

“I know,” I told her.

She nodded and looked around. “All right then, who brought the stun guns?”

Shit.

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