Chapter 30, Scene 3
by admin on Dec.09, 2009, under Chapter 30
Sharon and Mike drove around Savannah, taking in the sights. Never once did they leave the truck. She looked over at Mike, who had started to doze. He had surprised her. This guy had all the excitement and romance of a tax auditor.
And she liked that. Or maybe she liked that, when he got mad, he could trot out his backbone. Or that he was a gentlemen this morning, apologizing for taking advantage of her drunken state. Truth be told, she thought it was the other way around.
“What do you want to do when this is over?” she asked him.
Mike blew out his breath. “Like I said before, go to Miami and start over. Now, though, I’m thinking of taking my share of the reward and becoming a beach bum in the Bahamas.”
She smiled at that. “Want some company?”
He did a double take.
“I’m just asking. We don’t like it, we’ll each have enough money to walk away.” She winked. “Besides, I’d like to know what last night would have been like sober.”
“Our clothes would have stayed on,” he said.
“Maybe.” She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “But you know you been wantin’ a little taste of Cinnamon since you met me,” she said in her sweet little drawl.
Mike laughed. “I wasn’t that blatant about it, was I?”
“You were a gentleman, Mike. That’s why I’m even considering this.”
He looked at his watch. “It’s almost two now. We’ve got half an hour.”
She turned the truck down one side street, then another, until they came up on the WSVN studios. “You know whoever tried to buy this thing is still out there.”
“Maybe,” said Mike.
“We should take precautions.”
“We should.” He spotted a restaurant with an ATM outside. “Pull over there.”
“Why?”
“So I can take some precautions.”
She did as he asked and watched him run into the restaurant.
