“Mmm…then that’s not any fun because I’ll guess right the very second I say their names.” She laughed. “So which one has your attention?”
“Aunt Lisa,” Lindsey groaned, knowing good and well she wouldn’t lie to the only family member she had left among the living. She just wanted a little time to figure out what was going on before she announced it to the world. Confiding in Aunt Lisa was like telling the rest of the country what was on her mind. She had no guarantee if Lisa would hold her secrets or blab them to everyone.
“Don’t ‘Aunt Lisa’ me, young lady. We both know you’ve had your eye on both boys since you were knee-high to a rattlesnake.”
“Grasshopper, Aunt Lisa. The adage you’re looking for is knee-high to a grasshopper.”
“No it isn’t. Not in this case. Why, those boys have been nothing but trouble since they were barely out of diapers. Honey, when they finally get ahold of you, well, we’ll be lucky if there’s anything left of you. They’ll strike first, ask questions later. And you? Well, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll strip first and talk about feelings and shit at a later date.”
Lindsey cradled the phone between her shoulder and ear, wondering if she should just go ahead and confess her truths. Then again, she could save the juicy stuff for another day. She and her aunt were due for a girl’s day out. Maybe a weekend shopping trip would be just what the doctor ordered.
Like she could afford that. She couldn’t pay for fuel to take a trip down the street.
“I may need to come and stay with you,” she said.
“Why? What’s wrong with where you are?”
“Matchmaker,” Lindsey grumbled.
“Can’t blame an aunt for trying.” After a brief silence, Aunt Lisa said, “So Sheriff Crass Ass is still a jackass, I hear.”
“Who’d you talk to?”
“Seth. He said he has you lined up to talk to his attorney on Monday.”
“Why didn’t you call me?”
“I did. Check your call log.”
She held out her phone. Sure enough, she’d tried to reach her—nine times.”
“Persistent as hell and a matchmaker,” Lindsey said, laughing. “What was so important?”
“Had a small problem today. A couple of dudes came looking for you.”
“What?” Lindsey tossed aside the blanket and scrambled to her feet. “Who were they? What did they want?”
“Lindsey, I think you know who they were and I’m pretty sure you can answer the last question, too. Hon, what were you thinking? Strippin’ for a livin’?”
“I never agreed to take my clothes off. I wouldn’t.”
“They showed me a contract you signed. The only way out of it is to buy your way out.”
“Aunt Lisa, I’d never ask you to do that.”
“Turns out, you don’t have to. Apparently Beck has some kind of meeting set up with the club owner.”
“Who told you that?”
“Seth, of course.”
“Why would he set up a meeting?” Lindsey asked.
“Well, best guess is he doesn’t want any other man looking at what he plans to take as his.”
“Aunt Lisa, I—”
“I already know you’ve been in bed with them.”