Page 35 of Great White
“Steph wanted me to give you an update about the new buyer. The meeting went well.”
“That’s good. Expansion is what we need.”
“And it seems to be happening.”
“Any sign of Marco?” Dove keeps her attention trained on the club floor.
“Not that I have seen.”
When Stefania and I shacked up, Dove saw an opportunity. She’s enlisted me to spy.
“Where is Stefania now?”
“A spa date with Ronaldo. He’s apparently legendary with his hands.” I put my palms up and shake them like a jazz dancer.
“She does love her dates with Ronaldo. And he is legendary with his hands,” Dove confirms.
“Not you too.”
“Do I detect a hint of jealousy, Guapo?”
“That every other Tom, Dick, and Harry can put their hands on you except me? Maybe a little.”
Dove tilts her head in my direction with an arched brow. “That sounded funnier in my head.”
“I suspect it’s like that with a lot of the things you say.” A tiny little smile dances on her lips. “And contrary to popular belief, no Tom, Dick, or Harry has put their hands on me in a very long time.”
“Oh? So I’m not special?”
Dove reserves her right to remain silent. That tease of a smirk lingering on her lips. “No, you’re not special.”
I stare at her prepossessing side profile while she stares down at the club floor. “That’s a shame.”
“What? That you’re not special, or that no one has put their hands on me in a long while?”
“Both, darlin’.”
“It’s better this way. Trust me.” The small smirk fades, and the surly expression returns. “And don’t call me darlin’.”
“Sorry, darlin’.”
Dove rolls her eyes. “Idiot.”
“I miss your sweet talk.”
“I’m sure you do. Jesus, do they think we’re stupid?”
“Who?”
“The DEA. Do you see those two guys down there?” She points to two men standing by one of the bars, way too uptight to be looking for a good time. “I can always spot an undercover.”
I almost choke on my saliva.
“They’re never gonna find anything here. Not anything concrete, anyway. How amateur do they think we are?”
“Wheredoyou operate out of?” It’s been nearly three months, and I have yet to see how any of the underbelly works.
“Maybe one day you’ll know,Guapo.”
