Cost of Honor by Radclyffe

Author:Radclyffe [Moreau, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781635555837
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2019-09-25T16:00:00+00:00

The Oasis

Philadelphia

1:45 a.m.

When the bartender announced last call, Sandy stood and finished off her drink, only the second she’d had the entire evening since she’d managed to look like she was drinking a lot more by passing her half-full glass back to the waitress every time someone bought another round.

“Well, I’m done. It’s been fun.” She glanced at Trish. “Maybe I’ll see you again, huh?”

“Yeah, sure,” Trish said, not sounding all that into it, but she’d handed Sandy her phone at one point while everyone was talking and said, “Put your number in.”

Contact had been made. Maybe it would go somewhere, and maybe not. But that’s how the job was done. Just a few more scenes to play now.

Sandy leaned down and kissed Mitch on the cheek. “Thanks for the drinks.”

Right on cue, Mitch jumped up. “Uh, I could give you a ride home, if you’re into motorcycles. If you need one, I mean.”

Sandy cocked her head, aware that Mark, or whatever his real name was, and Trish were watching.

She shrugged. “Beats walking. But remember what I said. I’m not going to fuck you.”

“Yeah, I got that message.” Mitch grinned. “The offer for a ride is still open, though. And who knows, maybe next time I see you here, I’ll get lucky.”

Sandy laughed and rolled her eyes.

Mark finally said, “So maybe I’ll see you again, huh, Mitch? You know, like-minded guys, they don’t come around that often.”

“Totally,” Mitch said, keeping his attention on Sandy. Now was not the time to look too eager. He set his hand in the small of her back. “You ready?”

“’Night all,” Sandy called, and walked away.

Once outside, Mitch unhooked the second helmet from behind his seat and handed it to her. “That skirt is not made for riding on the bike.”

“That’s not why I’m wearing it.” Sandy hiked it up to climb on behind him. After he kick-started the bike and pulled away, she wrapped her arms around his waist like they’d done a hundred times before. She didn’t look in Watts’s direction, but she knew he was there. Probably bored out of his skull, listening to their inane conversation most of the night. Of course, he could’ve been scanning sports scores on his phone. If there’d been trouble, he would’ve been there. That was all she needed to know.

As they climbed the stairs to their second-floor apartment, she said, “If there’s anything there at all, it’s him, don’t you think?”

“I think so.” Mitch unlocked the door and held it so she could go in before him. “He’s got the rhetoric down. Trish…” He shrugged. “I don’t know why she’s in it. He’s an asshole.”

“He is, but plenty of girls hook up with assholes if there’s no other choice.” Sandy shed her skirt and shirt, aware that Mitch was watching her. “You tired?”

“You offering?”

She unhooked her bra, pushed down her panties, and climbed into bed. “Could be convinced.”

Laughing, Dell kicked off the boots, then peeled off the T-shirt and the wrap binding her chest. Last came the pants and Mitch’s gear.

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