Voodoo Woman by Devon Marshall

Author:Devon Marshall [Marshall, Devon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781471770470
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Publisher: Devon Marshall
Published: 2012-07-09T03:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

Even though Flynn didn’t want to leave Ariel, she made herself do so and returned to Boudreau’s place where she found the detective still slumped on the couch, flicking through the TV channels.

“Thought you didn’t want to watch Judge Judy?”

“It’s the Discovery Channel. Y’all bring me some beer?”

“I brought you Cokes. Doc said no alcohol.” Flynn scooped Chinese food from the cartons onto two plates, grabbed some cutlery from a drawer, and detached two cans of Coke from the six-pack, carried everything into the living room. “How’re you feeling anyway?”

” Like hammered shit. I think that’s how you described it, right?” Boudreau stabbed a fork into the heap of pork and noodles on her plate. “Where’d you get to anyway? No—I don’t want to know that. I can smell fucking patchouli oil on you. Y’all were visiting with Ariel again.”

“What if I was? Would you be jealous?” Flynn smirked.

Boudreau curled her lip. “Of that green-eyed bitch? Hell, no. But seriously, Flynn, I know y’all like her, but just be careful, okay? She’s a con.”

“Ex-con. She’s going straight now.”

“That’s what they all tell themselves. I don’t trust her.”

They would never see eye to eye on the matter of Ariel, that much was clear. Flynn shrugged and changed the subject. “Has Waylon gotten anywhere with identifying the mambo yet?”

“Nope. He’s still running it through the system. Unsurprisingly, mambos don’t tend to advertise their services on Google. Probably ‘Jean-Marie’ isn’t even her real name.”

The muted television played a game show in the background, reminding Flynn that she hated game shows. She hated most things on TV. Given the choice, she’d rather read a book, or rent a movie. “No luck with finding Antoine either?” she asked.

Boudreau shook her head, eyes on the silent TV screen as she gestured with her greasy fork toward the back of the cottage. “Y’all can sleep in the spare room, by the way. Bed’s still made up in there from when Carol’s sister was visiting.”

“What? I don’t get to spend all night with you?” Flynn widened her eyes and turned down her mouth in a parody of hurt. “I don’t know if I can bear it.”

Boudreau took a couple of the pills that the doctor had given her and tottered off to her bedroom to lay down, and Flynn padded through to the kitchen to make herself some coffee. As she waited for it to percolate, her thoughts turned back to Ariel, and specifically how being with Ariel had been everything she remembered, maybe even better than she remembered it. Sex with Ariel was as different from sex with anyone else Flynn had ever been with. Ariel had a talent for making it so good that you could almost wonder if maybe she had cast some kind of ‘love spell’ on you, especially when she performed that neat little trick where she could make you come using just her left nipple. But it wasn’t just the sex. Flynn could talk with Ariel—talk with her about anything, including her mixed feelings for Dana Jordan.

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