Read Online In the Unlikely Event... by Saxon Bennett - Free Book Online

Had Donna had a sordid past before Chase knew her? What if Chase’s fans found out that her PA was a sex addict or porn freak?
    Donna must have sensed Chase’s anxiety. “It’s not like that.”
    “Like what?” Gitana inquired.
    “I swear I haven’t done anything untoward, and it really was a friend. Her mother was coming for a visit and she needed the handcuff removed. Her mother is a Southern Baptist.”
    “Oh,” Chase said.
    “How’d you get it off?” Gitana asked.
    “We didn’t.”
    “Fuck,” Chase said.
    “So what did you do about the Southern Baptist mother?” Gitana said.
    “My friend,” Donna said, emphasizing the word “friend,” “had to purchase another headboard.”
    Chase wasn’t completely sold on the “friend” scenario. She supposed it was plausible.
    “Who is this friend?” She used her free hand to do air quotes first on one side of the word “friend” and then on the other. Being one handed evidently was not conducive to certain activities. She wondered how amputees managed. How did a person cut her food with only one hand? Getting dressed would definitely be a trial. And what about tying your shoes or even trying to write or turn the page of a book? Things scooted around a lot if there was no other hand to hold them still. Of course, there was that one guy who typed an entire book with his left foot.
    “I am not at liberty to say,” Donna replied.
    “At liberty to say what?” Chase said.
    “To talk about my friend who had the handcuff problem,” Donna said.
    “Oh, that. What are you, part of the CIA Department of Kinky?” Chase said.
    “Chase, leave her be,” Gitana said.
    Donna was saved by the timely arrival of Bud and Gloria.
“You weren’t seen, were you?” Donna said, once again peering down the long corridor.
    “No, Lacey and her henchmen are in another meeting on the State of the Union,” Gloria said, setting the reciprocating saw and a collection of blades down on the library table. Bud was testing the sharpness and quality of the blades as well as their condition by running her thumb across the teeth of each blade and then twisting it to check for strength.
    “Be careful; those are sharp,” Chase said.
    Bud raised an eyebrow and said, “I may only be six, but I am not an idiot when it comes to dangerous power tools. I am only seeking to ascertain which blade will be most suited to the task at hand.”
    “Damn, that kid uses a lot of ten-dollar words,” Gloria said.
    Chase shot Bud a look, but she only shrugged and said, “I can’t help myself.”
    “It’s okay, sweetie. If Mensa hasn’t called by noon, I think we’re safe,” Gitana said.
    Gloria put her fingers to her lips. “Mum’s the word.”
    “I wonder where that colloquialism originated,” Chase said.
    “No wonder Bud talks the way she does,” Gloria said.
    “We can Google it later,” Donna said, looking around furtively. “I think we’d be better off moving her back by the carrels. That way if someone comes in they won’t see us immediately.”
    “And if anyone hears the saw, I can say that I’m doing some maintenance work,” Gloria said.
    “Good plan,” Donna said.
    “How are we going to get her back there?” Gitana said.
    “Actually, you can move,” Bud said.
    “How?” Chase inquired.
    “Stand up,” Bud instructed.
    Chase did so. She could scoot with the chair. Not very fast, but she could move. “I wish I’d thought of that when I desperately needed a book.”
    “Just sayin’…” Bud said.
    “However,” Donna said, as Chase inched forward laboriously. “She doesn’t move very fast.”
    “Carry her,” Gloria said, preparing to lift one side of the chair. “You two get the other side,” she said, pointing to Donna and Gitana.
    “I’m not that heavy,” Chase said, pinching her stomach to see if she had more than the doctor-advised inch.
    “It’s called balance,” Gloria said.
    “I’ll bring the tools,” Bud said.
    “Good idea, kid,”