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attempting to subdue her triumphant expression.
“We’ll need the number where you’re at,” Lucky said, sensing that somehow or other she’d just lost out. It pissed her off when Lennie overruled her without even a discussion about what they should do. Parenting was supposed to be a joint venture—something Lennie didn’t seem to get.
Lennie winked at his willful but quite beguiling daughter. “Happy now?” he asked.
“Thanks, Dad,” she said, giving him a quick hug, then hurriedly fleeing before Lucky changed her mind.
On the way to her room Max made a mental note that thenext time she wanted anything she should ask while Lennie was around; he was way easier to deal with than her mom.
Upstairs she called Cookie. “It’s on!” she announced. “I’m driving up there tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” Cookie said. “Doesn’t that screw up Friday dinner at your house?”
“Dinner’s a no-go,” Max explained. “I told them this thing in Big Bear is for one of your friends, so natch you’ll be coming with me.”
“But I won’t,” Cookie stated blankly.
“ I know that, and you know that, but they don’t. So you’ve got to lay low, an’ tell Harry the same.”
“ Crap!”
“What?”
“Missing dinner at your house like major sucks!”
“Oh, I’m so sorry that my hot date messes up your weekend,” Max drawled sarcastically.
“Okay, I like get it,” Cookie answered crossly. “No need to freak out.”
“Who’s freaking out?”
“You are.”
“I am so not.”
But inside she was, just a tiny bit.
Shutting her cell, she hurried over to her laptop and quickly logged in. “ I’ll be in Big Bear Friday afternoon ,” she tapped out. “ Where shall we meet?”
Within minutes Grant had e-mailed her back. “ Meet me in the Kmart parking lot. Stay in your car. I’ll find you. ”
I’ ll find you! How romantic was that?
She rushed to her closet, desperately trying to decide what to wear. Skinny jeans or short skirt? T-shirt or sexy tank? Bra or no bra? Strappy heels or flats?
She finally decided on tight jeans and a layered T-shirt— best to go the casual route, she didn’t want to look as if she’d tried too hard.
How tall was he? She’d forgotten to ask.
It didn’t matter. This weekend she was doing the deed with her Internet hottie.
Oh yeah! She was doing the deed and there would be no regrets.
Sorry, Donny. You blew it .
“Remember the first time we met?” Lucky murmured later that night as she and Lennie lay in bed.
“You think I could forget?” Lennie responded. “It was Vegas, an’ if I recall correctly, you tried to rape me.”
“You thought I was a hooker,” she said indignantly.
“Yeah,” he agreed, laughing. “And a very expensive one.”
“Screw you,” she said, pretending to be mad. “I wanted to sleep with you and you turned me down.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I did?”
“You know you did.”
“Yeah, well, didn’t we make a date for later and you failed to show?”
“As if I would after the way you treated me.”
“ Then you had me fired,” he said, mock-frowning at the memories. “Nice. Very nice. I was out on my ass with nowhere to go but down.”
Lucky smiled as she remembered. Lennie had been working stand-up in the lounge of the Magiriano, her hotel. She’d felt restless and lonely and he was there and available, so she’d invited him up to her suite, and when she’d indicated that she expected a lot more than conversation, he’d walked out on her.
“The thing is I’d heard you were such a major playa ,” she teased. “So how come you rejected me?”
“ ’Cause you came on like a guy,” he said, reaching over her for a bottle of Fiji Water.
“Something wrong with that?” she said, challenging him with her dark eyes.
“Whyn’t you shut up an’ c’mere,” he said, putting the bottle down.
“Okay, mister,” she said, playing along. “Take off your pants and show me some action.”
“Thought I just
“We’ll need the number where you’re at,” Lucky said, sensing that somehow or other she’d just lost out. It pissed her off when Lennie overruled her without even a discussion about what they should do. Parenting was supposed to be a joint venture—something Lennie didn’t seem to get.
Lennie winked at his willful but quite beguiling daughter. “Happy now?” he asked.
“Thanks, Dad,” she said, giving him a quick hug, then hurriedly fleeing before Lucky changed her mind.
On the way to her room Max made a mental note that thenext time she wanted anything she should ask while Lennie was around; he was way easier to deal with than her mom.
Upstairs she called Cookie. “It’s on!” she announced. “I’m driving up there tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” Cookie said. “Doesn’t that screw up Friday dinner at your house?”
“Dinner’s a no-go,” Max explained. “I told them this thing in Big Bear is for one of your friends, so natch you’ll be coming with me.”
“But I won’t,” Cookie stated blankly.
“ I know that, and you know that, but they don’t. So you’ve got to lay low, an’ tell Harry the same.”
“ Crap!”
“What?”
“Missing dinner at your house like major sucks!”
“Oh, I’m so sorry that my hot date messes up your weekend,” Max drawled sarcastically.
“Okay, I like get it,” Cookie answered crossly. “No need to freak out.”
“Who’s freaking out?”
“You are.”
“I am so not.”
But inside she was, just a tiny bit.
Shutting her cell, she hurried over to her laptop and quickly logged in. “ I’ll be in Big Bear Friday afternoon ,” she tapped out. “ Where shall we meet?”
Within minutes Grant had e-mailed her back. “ Meet me in the Kmart parking lot. Stay in your car. I’ll find you. ”
I’ ll find you! How romantic was that?
She rushed to her closet, desperately trying to decide what to wear. Skinny jeans or short skirt? T-shirt or sexy tank? Bra or no bra? Strappy heels or flats?
She finally decided on tight jeans and a layered T-shirt— best to go the casual route, she didn’t want to look as if she’d tried too hard.
How tall was he? She’d forgotten to ask.
It didn’t matter. This weekend she was doing the deed with her Internet hottie.
Oh yeah! She was doing the deed and there would be no regrets.
Sorry, Donny. You blew it .
“Remember the first time we met?” Lucky murmured later that night as she and Lennie lay in bed.
“You think I could forget?” Lennie responded. “It was Vegas, an’ if I recall correctly, you tried to rape me.”
“You thought I was a hooker,” she said indignantly.
“Yeah,” he agreed, laughing. “And a very expensive one.”
“Screw you,” she said, pretending to be mad. “I wanted to sleep with you and you turned me down.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I did?”
“You know you did.”
“Yeah, well, didn’t we make a date for later and you failed to show?”
“As if I would after the way you treated me.”
“ Then you had me fired,” he said, mock-frowning at the memories. “Nice. Very nice. I was out on my ass with nowhere to go but down.”
Lucky smiled as she remembered. Lennie had been working stand-up in the lounge of the Magiriano, her hotel. She’d felt restless and lonely and he was there and available, so she’d invited him up to her suite, and when she’d indicated that she expected a lot more than conversation, he’d walked out on her.
“The thing is I’d heard you were such a major playa ,” she teased. “So how come you rejected me?”
“ ’Cause you came on like a guy,” he said, reaching over her for a bottle of Fiji Water.
“Something wrong with that?” she said, challenging him with her dark eyes.
“Whyn’t you shut up an’ c’mere,” he said, putting the bottle down.
“Okay, mister,” she said, playing along. “Take off your pants and show me some action.”
“Thought I just
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