On the Edge by Ken Lindsey

Author:Ken Lindsey [Lindsey, Ken]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-05-18T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10: Date Night

The cool air hit me as I stepped out of the shower and my nipples stood at attention. My elbow still ached, and in the mirror, I could see that my hip and shoulder wore beautiful badges of yellowish brown from where that white-trash Paul Bunyan pummeled me.

The uniforms hauled Mr. Dunn off in cuffs as soon as he could stand, still spitting hateful slurs about me and his wife between gagging and clutching his family jewels. If there were any justice in the universe, I had done some serious damage to the man's reproductive system.

After my run-in with that lummox, I drove home, downed enough single malt to get me through the night, and slept for almost fourteen hours. Then, I ate a microwave burrito, shot some more whiskey, and went back to bed. It was early evening when my pain coma finally eased. My muscles still burned like the struck end of a match, so I took a long, hot shower. It helped, but the water went cold long before I finished.

Bullshit.

I wiped my hand across the mirror to clear the fog, ran a razor over my face two or three times, and splashed on a light coating of aftershave. Tonight was my double-date with David and his new squeeze, and I wanted to look good for Claire. Unfortunately, all I could remember about her were the white cotton panties she had been wearing the last time I saw her.

I'm sure she had a face and other features too, but you can't expect me to remember every little thing.

Another perk to being me in the last several months is the upgrade to my wardrobe. With extra cash coming in all the time, I could finally fulfill a lifelong dream of mine: I now owned a different custom tailored suit for each day of the week. No more jacket free nights at The Rail, or tucking napkins into the collar of my shirt when I went out to eat. Nope, if I spilled something on my jacket now, I still had plenty of nice choices to get me through the week until the dry cleaning came back.

Since I had plans to go out with friends, and a serious hope of getting laid, I went with a two-button, steel gray Armani that I hadn't had the chance to wear yet. It fit so well I almost felt naked beneath the tropical wool slacks. I matched it with a white shirt, solid black tie, and my favorite dark fedora.

I checked myself out in the mirror on my closet door and almost felt bad for Claire. She didn't really stand a chance; I looked damn good. I thought of Kara and our gym date and had a stinging moment of regret. It wasn't the first time this had happened since I started to get to know the girl.

But she shot me down, so I didn't owe her anything. Right?

We had reservations at a swanky Italian place downtown in half an hour, so I locked the door and headed out to the Jeep.

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