she opened it up and sniffed it in the pale light.
This was good, she would bet it was. Please let it be. That was all she needed, some cut meth. Yeah, nothing like snorting laundry detergent or horse tranques, or God knows what else.
Nina hoped to hell Rod knew his contact and that this was legit shit.
The tear of several pages ripped the air. She rolled one up and used the others to straighten her carefully measured line. She’d have to save the rest. Who knew when Rod would come through again.
Anticipation raced through her as she leaned down and snorted the powder up the make-do tube. It hit her nose, burning until the numbness set it. With her head tilted back she waited for gravity to help. Finally she felt the shit drop, the back of her throat burned like it was on fire.
Sweet pain.
Ahh…. A moan sighed out. About damn time. On a contented, almost sated sigh, she leaned back and enjoyed her well-earned bump. Her world was as it should be again.
Well, almost. The meth straightened her head, giving her clarity, so that her plans and ideas solidified within her mind.
No, it wouldn’t be long now. While her high lasted, she plotted, planned and thought up
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and discarded half a dozen scenarios.
Stick close to the truth, yeah. She’d win Rod over that way. Cry and plead and he’d probably buy it. No doubt he would. Then, she’d get him to help her figure out how in the hell to get out of this place. Maybe if she was really good she could apply for one of the other classes, those in the fields. Might work. She’d have to get closer to Rod first, figure out exactly how things played. No way she was leaving all the planning up to a dick. No, she did that already and look where it got her. The trick was to play him, play on his weaknesses, drop little ideas, plan most of it and make him think he was doing a great thing. Righting a wrong.
A soft chuckle escaped. Righting a wrong.
Oh she couldn’t wait to start ‘righting’.
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CHAPTER SIX
“I’m going to go practice my music while dinner cooks.” Ryan said as he started down the hallway. They’d just finished setting the table.
“Okay.” Taylor ruffled his hair. “What are you playing?”
He shrugged. “Ms. Johnson gave me an Irish reel. It’s really fast and neat and I’ve already got it mostly figured out.” Ryan stopped, cupping the newel post with both hands.
“Goodness. You got it today and have it mostly figured out?”
Again he shrugged, then turned and raced up the stairs.
That boy never ceased to amaze her.
Taylor watched him go, heard the click of his door. She turned to the entry table to check the mail and realized she hadn’t gotten it yet. Swinging the door open, she almost stepped into the raised fist. Taylor swallowed the yelp.
“Good evening.” Gavin Kinncaid stood on the porch, lowering his hand back to his side.
“Umm.…” Would he always take her completely off guard? She hated that. Well, mostly.
What was he doing here? “Hi.”
His smile tugged a flutter from her stomach. “I probably should have called, but I was wondering if you wanted to, or if you could, go out tonight.”
He wanted to go out with her? As in a date? “What happened to no time for us clingy, stupid women?”
“Never said you were stupid.”
Stepping back, she gestured for him to come in. “Good answer. Well, I do thank you for the offer, but I’ve already started dinner. In fact, it’s in the oven.”
“Oh,” he said.
He walked past her and she couldn’t help but admire the way his dark trousers fit against his behind before falling down those long legs. She wondered if he was a boxer or brief kind of guy. Jerking her eyes up, she decided it didn’t matter and shook her head at herself. She caught his speculative reflection in the mirror studying her with a quirk of brow and smirk. Her cheeks flamed. Taylor started to shut the door before she remembered the mail. The man made her forget her own head half the
This was good, she would bet it was. Please let it be. That was all she needed, some cut meth. Yeah, nothing like snorting laundry detergent or horse tranques, or God knows what else.
Nina hoped to hell Rod knew his contact and that this was legit shit.
The tear of several pages ripped the air. She rolled one up and used the others to straighten her carefully measured line. She’d have to save the rest. Who knew when Rod would come through again.
Anticipation raced through her as she leaned down and snorted the powder up the make-do tube. It hit her nose, burning until the numbness set it. With her head tilted back she waited for gravity to help. Finally she felt the shit drop, the back of her throat burned like it was on fire.
Sweet pain.
Ahh…. A moan sighed out. About damn time. On a contented, almost sated sigh, she leaned back and enjoyed her well-earned bump. Her world was as it should be again.
Well, almost. The meth straightened her head, giving her clarity, so that her plans and ideas solidified within her mind.
No, it wouldn’t be long now. While her high lasted, she plotted, planned and thought up
39
and discarded half a dozen scenarios.
Stick close to the truth, yeah. She’d win Rod over that way. Cry and plead and he’d probably buy it. No doubt he would. Then, she’d get him to help her figure out how in the hell to get out of this place. Maybe if she was really good she could apply for one of the other classes, those in the fields. Might work. She’d have to get closer to Rod first, figure out exactly how things played. No way she was leaving all the planning up to a dick. No, she did that already and look where it got her. The trick was to play him, play on his weaknesses, drop little ideas, plan most of it and make him think he was doing a great thing. Righting a wrong.
A soft chuckle escaped. Righting a wrong.
Oh she couldn’t wait to start ‘righting’.
40
CHAPTER SIX
“I’m going to go practice my music while dinner cooks.” Ryan said as he started down the hallway. They’d just finished setting the table.
“Okay.” Taylor ruffled his hair. “What are you playing?”
He shrugged. “Ms. Johnson gave me an Irish reel. It’s really fast and neat and I’ve already got it mostly figured out.” Ryan stopped, cupping the newel post with both hands.
“Goodness. You got it today and have it mostly figured out?”
Again he shrugged, then turned and raced up the stairs.
That boy never ceased to amaze her.
Taylor watched him go, heard the click of his door. She turned to the entry table to check the mail and realized she hadn’t gotten it yet. Swinging the door open, she almost stepped into the raised fist. Taylor swallowed the yelp.
“Good evening.” Gavin Kinncaid stood on the porch, lowering his hand back to his side.
“Umm.…” Would he always take her completely off guard? She hated that. Well, mostly.
What was he doing here? “Hi.”
His smile tugged a flutter from her stomach. “I probably should have called, but I was wondering if you wanted to, or if you could, go out tonight.”
He wanted to go out with her? As in a date? “What happened to no time for us clingy, stupid women?”
“Never said you were stupid.”
Stepping back, she gestured for him to come in. “Good answer. Well, I do thank you for the offer, but I’ve already started dinner. In fact, it’s in the oven.”
“Oh,” he said.
He walked past her and she couldn’t help but admire the way his dark trousers fit against his behind before falling down those long legs. She wondered if he was a boxer or brief kind of guy. Jerking her eyes up, she decided it didn’t matter and shook her head at herself. She caught his speculative reflection in the mirror studying her with a quirk of brow and smirk. Her cheeks flamed. Taylor started to shut the door before she remembered the mail. The man made her forget her own head half the
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