Peaches Monroe: The Return of Ursula (Short Story) by Strong Mimi

Author:Strong, Mimi [Strong, Mimi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-09-18T16:00:00+00:00

6

After the security guards hauled us off, Mitchell and I sat in a small, gray room that looked exactly like a prison cell. There was a sink and toilet in the corner, without even a curtain for privacy.

There was no other furniture in the room, so we sat on the cold, concrete floor with our backs against the wall.

I rubbed my wrists. At least the woman had taken off the plastic cuffs before they tossed us in.

“They can’t hold us like this,” I told Mitchell. “This can’t be legal.”

“Don’t panic. I’m getting friendly with the cute security guard. The next time he comes in to check on us, I’ll turn on the charm, and we’ll be out in a jiffy.”

I groaned. “That’s what you said two hours ago.”

“And it would have worked, if you’d kept up the Ursula accent, but then you had to go and tell them you’re married to Drake Cheshire. The vampire. You actually told them you are Mrs. Vampire Drake Cheshire.”

“You know I meant to say Dalton, but I got mixed up.” I leaned forward and slapped my forehead repeatedly. “Oh, why did I have to leave my damn purse and ID and phone back in your car?”

Mitchell pulled out his phone and checked the screen. “Still no service, anyway.”

“But having my ID would have helped. They might have heard of the name Peaches Monroe, and they’d believe me if they saw some ID.” I slapped my forehead some more. “When my father finds out about this, he’ll laugh. When I was a kid, he always accused me of being ‘prone to whimsy.’ And here I am again. In trouble, as always.”

“Peaches, I like your father, but you’ve got to let go of that label he gave you. So what if you didn’t grow up to be an engineer like he wanted? You’ve got a line of underwear named after you. And you’re more fun than a dozen of anyone else.”

“I’m so sorry I dragged you into this.” In a quieter voice, I mumbled, “Even if you did mastermind the whole operation.”

He got to his feet and brushed the dust off his jeans.

“That’s enough pouting,” he said. “No more sad face. I’m getting us out of here. Give me a boost and I’ll climb out through the transom over the door.”

I stood and looked at the narrow opening above the locked door. It was the only way out of the windowless room, unless you were a dead goldfish going for your final swirl.

“I think I’ll fit,” he said.

We both stared at the tiny window. I certainly couldn’t have gotten through that squishy rectangle, but Mitchell is compact and has almost no booty at all.

“Let’s try,” I said glumly. “You should at least save yourself.”

“Don’t look so sad. I’m not leaving you, Peaches. I’ll unlock the door from the outside.”

“It sounded like they used a key to lock us up. We are in a prison cell, after all.”

“I’ll go to the car, get your purse and ID, and come back for you.

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