Southern Harm by Travis Casey

Author:Travis Casey [Casey, Travis]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-29T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 26

Oscar didn't like leaving Louie alone with the governor, but he owed the man a small favor for making some time alone with his daughter possible.

Her flip-flops announced her entrance, but it was the tight-fitting mint-green bib overall shorts that caught his attention and made him forget to lower his arms, which were in full stretch.

"Flying somewhere?"

"Fly me to the moon," he sang, in true Sinatra fashion. He continued singing as he hooped his arm, allowing Stacey to slide her arm through. They walked out of the mansion with Oscar singing.

He helped her into the truck, then drove to the Dairy Queen, where they ordered banana splits. They made their way to one of the red plastic booths and sat down with their ice cream.

He discreetly eyed Stacey up as she ate, desperately trying to figure her out. He'd been with plenty of pretty women, but she had a way of getting to him. She was more on the cute side than drop-dead gorgeous. Small, perky breasts—not enhanced for promotional purposes—kept her looking more like the girl next door than a glamour model, but she was also a hard-nosed bitch. It was an interesting combination.

"What do you think my dad and that crook-bastard Gomez are talking about?"

He shrugged. "It doesn't matter. I'm just glad to be off babysitting duty for a while. Forget them, what about us?"

She didn't look up, paying more attention to her banana split. "What about us?"

"Am I forgiven?" When she didn't answer, he reached across and held her hand. "I'm sorry, Stacey. I didn't mean to deceive you. Gomez caught me by surprise when he called me. I wasn't sure how to handle it."

She looked at him with narrowed eyes. "And then you come racing down to the courthouse with a hundred grand in your pocket anyway."

"No, I didn't know you were going set bail on par with the national debt."

"Pbbt. A hundred grand's peanuts to you."

"Stacey, I'm not as well off as you think."

"Yeah, right. You said it yourself, there's a lot of money in prostituting horses."

"That's a vulgar way of putting it."

She shrugged, spooning herself another piece of banana. "You're the one making a living at it."

"I live a charmed life."

He flashed his dazzling smile, but she missed it, focused on her food instead.

She shoveled in some more ice cream. "Would you say you're a lucky person?"

"Yes, yes I am. My first bet on a horse, I put down fifty bucks and won over three hundred."

"But what about this 'I'm not as well off as you might think' malarkey?"

Not knowing if he might have to compete with Jett Johnson on the wealth plateau one day, he thought it best to downplay the extent of his money problems. "Everything is tied up in investments. I meant, I don't have ready cash at the moment. Just a little cash-flow problem, but that happens. No big deal, just the timing sucks."

"What about life? Any regrets?"

"Not really. I'm not a regret kind of person. What about you? Lucky, or regretful?"

"Yeah, a big regret.

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