Page 45 of Sangre
“We’re gonna head out,” Faith said.
Colt reached in his pocket. “Do you need my credit card?”
“I have our joint card. See you later.” She walked over and gave her husband a quick peck on the lips, waved at Isla, and walked over to their SUV in the driveway. Letty and Carly hugged their dad quickly, yelled their goodbyes to Isla, and ran up to the car.
“I can’t tell you how grateful I am that you’re doing this for me,” Isla said.
“No problem.” Colt rolled the spare tire over to the front of the car and went down on his knees. “You didn’t pick up a nail. Someone slashed your tire.”
A cold chill wrapped around her as shivers ran up her spine. “You mean this was done on purpose?”
“Yeah. Looks like it was slashed by maybe a razor blade or a penknife. I wonder if any of the other neighbors had their tires slashed. Didn’t have your car in your garage like me?”
“No, I was moving some of my belongings around and cleaning things out, so my garage is full of stuff that needs to go to charity. The truck’s supposed to come by tomorrow morning to pick it up.”
“That’s bad luck. I should have it fixed in no time.”
As he put on the spare tire, her thoughts were spinning a thousand miles a minute.Whoever did this has been watching me. They knew Sangre was in the house with me last night.
“When’s your next show? Faith and I want to see you perform.”
“Next Saturday. I’ll let you know.”
“Don’t let this upset you. Got a couple of kids in the neighborhood who are a pain in the butt,” he said, standing up. “Your tire is ruined. I can take it and throw it in the dumpster at my work. You should get a new one. You can’t drive too much on a spare.”
“Thanks a lot for all your help. I’ll deal with getting a new tire tomorrow. I have a full day of rehearsal and recording, so I better get going. What’s your favorite type of cookie?”
“I don’t really eat cookies.”
“Are you a beer drinker?”
Nodding, he smiled. “I like my Coors, but you don’t have to get me anything. I’m just happy I could help you out.”
“I’ll give you two tickets to our next show and buy you both a round of drinks. Deal?”
“Sounds good. Faith will be excited because we don’t get out very much. It’s hard with the two kids.”
“If you ever need a babysitter, just give me a call. If it works, I’d be more than happy to stay with Letty and Carly. They’re great kids.”
“Thanks. I’ll let Faith know about your offer of babysitting. We may take you up on it sooner than you think. I better get going. See you.”
Isla slid into the driver’s seat and pulled away from the curb. After a quick glance in the rearview mirror, she saw Keith driving behind her and relaxed.It probably was those two boys down the street who did this.She made a mental note to ask a few of her neighbors who left their cars parked on the street or the driveway if their tires had been slashed.
Despite her tire incident, Isla still felt that since she’d employed Sangre’s security services everything seemed to have stopped. She smiled like a schoolgirl when she thought of Sangre.There was some intense, crazy ass connection going on between us last night.A flush of heat spread through her when she remembered how he’d looked at her after she’d changed into her nightshirt. She had no idea that he’d be in her bedroom, otherwise she would’ve put on a robe before she came out.His eyes almost popped out of his head… and he definitely had a hard-on.She giggled and turned on the radio, raising the volume when her favorite White Snake song, “Here We Go Again,” came on.
Singing at the top of her lungs, she swung into the parking lot of the Fitness Gallery and stayed in the car until the song was over. Keith pulled in behind her, and she went up to his car.
“It’s totally cool if you don’t come inside because I know most of the people who work here. I should be about forty minutes or so if you wanna grab yourself a cup of coffee and come back.”
He picked up a thermos. “I’m good. I gotta check with Sangre about not going in.”
“Really, it’s fine.”
Keith shook his head. “Even so, I still gotta run this by the boss.”
“Well, I’ll give him a quick call then.” Isla pulled out her phone.
“How are you?” she asked.
