Play It Safe(13)

It seemed to me that Gray and Cocky Guy had a long history.

“She hustled me out of five hundred dollars,” Cocky Guy spat to the cop.

“Len, I was there and that’s not f**kin’ true,” Gray said low, clearly pissed and the cop looked to him.

Then he looked to me. Then his eyes moved up and down me.

I could read people, I had to. Survival.

Cops could read people too. I knew he sized me up the second he looked at me.

Not good.

Gray spoke again.

“She’s the shit at a table. He and his boys watched her wipe it clean, he knew she had talent. The whole bar did. He offered the bet, she declined. He pushed the bet. She took it. He lost. What he says is bullshit. Ask Janie.”

The cop held my eyes and I held his. His dropped to my hand which Gray still held firm in his. Then he looked to Gray only briefly. Then he turned back to Cocky Guy.

“Do you not think I see what this is?” the cop asked Cocky Guy softly and I didn’t get that but I did see in the parking lot lights Cocky Guy’s face go pale even as it went hard. “Go home, Buddy,” he finished on a near to whisper.

His sidekicks immediately shuffled to exit the scene. With no other choice, Cocky Guy aimed a laser sharp scowl at Gray and me then cleared his throat and hocked a loogie in our direction.

“Got shitloads of money, not an ounce of class,” Gray muttered, his eyes locked on Cocky Guy as he followed his boys.

Manny, the cop, Gray and I watched him go.

Then Manny turned to the cop. “Thanks for bein’ quick, Len.”

“My job, Man,” he muttered and Manny looked at me.

“You okay, miss?”

I nodded then said softly, “Thanks.”

He nodded back then looked to Gray.

“Would say good to see you, son, but be better seein’ you without blood on your face.”

“Right,” Gray replied and he sounded amused.

“Catch ya at The Rambler for a drink sometime,” Manny went on.

“You got it, Man,” Gray muttered.

Then Manny turned and walked toward the office.

The cop looked at Gray and me and when he did, his eyes again dropped to our hands, mine still held in Gray’s.

Then he looked to Gray and grinned. “Bud would probably stop bein’ such a jackass if you didn’t scoop up all the pretty ones.”

I liked that and I didn’t. I liked it because it was a compliment. I didn’t because that meant Gray had a lot of girlfriends and even though this was by no means a surprise and it made no never mind to me, I didn’t like knowing it.

“Wrong way around, Len. He wasn’t such a jackass, he might get a shot,” Gray returned.

This was true.

Len agreed with me and I knew this because he kept grinning and also nodding. Then his eyes flicked up to Gray’s forehead before going back to his.

“I got any shot you’ll go to the clinic and get that stitched?”

“I’ll be all right,” Gray answered.

That meant no.

Len looked back down at our hands then to me then to Gray, all quickly.

Then his grin turned to a smile but he did this right before he looked to his boots and said, “’Spect so.” He looked back to me. “You sure you’ll be all right, miss?”

I nodded. “I’m just fine. Thank you for intervening.”

“Like I said. My job,” he replied, jerked up his chin then moved toward his cruiser.

Gray’s hand around mine squeezed and I looked to him to see him looking down at me.

“No lie, you all right?” he asked.

And right then, without me even trying to stop it, I did something stupid. Something unsafe. Something I’d never done and something I never expected I’d do.

I answered, “I will be, you let me see to that cut.”

And that was when I got it, probably what I was looking for, definitely what I wanted.

He smiled at me and I saw his dimple.

Chapter Six

Feels Good Though

“You think, you’re cleanin’ blood off my face and all, you might give me your name?”

That was Gray, sitting on the end of my bed in the hotel room as I stood over him doing exactly what he said, cleaning blood off his face.

Blood he shed for me.

Hells bells.

My eyes went from the short but deep and gaping cut to his.

He was close, really close. I’d turned on most the lights in the room so I could see what I was doing and I saw that his eyelashes weren’t russet. They were dark brown.

The tips were russet.

Oh my.

“Dollface?” he called and I blinked as my body started.

I needed to pull myself together.

“Ivey,” I muttered, looking back at the cut.

“Ivey,” he muttered back and I could swear, him saying my name gave me goosebumps.

“Yeah,” I whispered then ran the damp cloth down his face, wiping off the blood.

“What we got?” he asked and my eyes flicked to his but I’d learned.

Don’t look long. Don’t get captivated.

I looked back to the blood, kept gently wiping and asked back, “What we got?”

“The cut,” he explained. “How bad is it?”