Calamity Rayne: Gets A Life by Lydia Michaels

Author:Lydia Michaels [Michaels, Lydia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-01-20T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Big Shrimp

“You’re never going to be able to do that all night.”

Remington glared at me under his dark brows. “A Davenport can do anything for a night, and when we do, we do it well.”

“If there’s some sort of innuendo buried in that comment, please refrain from making another one unless you want me to start spouting fortune cookie clichés again.”

He rolled his eyes and hobbled on his crutches to the other end of the room, already winded.

“I don’t understand why you won’t take the scooter.”

“It’s undignified.”

“No, it’s not. You have a broken foot.”

“Eric!” He called, ignoring my valid point. Assistant number one appeared and Remington barked, “Go get me some water.”

Eric disappeared, and I said, “You have water in your fridge.”

“Marta just filled it. I want something cold.”

God forbid we drink from the tap. “Maybe you should take a break.”

“Maybe you should go find something to wear tonight.”

I snorted. “To play cards with the crew? I think what I’m wearing is fine.”

Working his way back to the other side of the room he mumbled, “You’re not playing cards with the crew. You’re attending the party with us.”

“No, no, no. I have nothing to do with this party.”

“You have something to do with me, so you’re going. It’s not up for debate.”

“I have nothing to wear, Remington.”

“Where the hell is he with my water?”

Rolling my eyes, I uncapped a bottle from the fridge. “Here. A little tepid water won’t kill you.”

He took a long sip and caught his breath. This shuffling around couldn’t be good for his heart, but he insisted on using crutches.

“Seraphina has dresses in her closet. Get something from there.”

“I’m not wearing your daughter’s clothes.”

The bathing suit was one thing, but a dress was a different story. I’d probably end up spilling a blob of dip on the boob and ruining it. Plus, I wasn’t a fancy party kind of girl, so I planned on abusing the shit out of any excuse to get out of going to one.

“Damn it, Meyers, if anything’s going to kill me it’ll be the tedious chore of bickering with you over putting on a dress. Act like a woman and wear something pretty.”

I pursed my lips and mumbled, “You mean act like a woman and do what you say.”

“That too. You do work for me, in case you’ve forgotten.” Eric returned with the water and Remington grumbled, “It’s about time. Forget it. Meyers already got me something to drink.”

I earned a nice scowl for that. I smiled cheekily at Eric because I was seriously done with his moodiness. I wasn’t interested in whatever competition was between us.

Eric left and Remington finally stopped and panted. His face was red and his hands were slightly trembling.

I pushed a chair to his side. “Take a rest. You can try again once you catch your breath.”

He sat, but it took a chunk of his pride. “You’re a pain in my ass.”

“Then why do you keep me around? Eric could help you practice on the crutches.

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