Page 68 of Crow
As he passed by Angie’s table, she glanced over at him and smiled. He stopped in his tracks.
“I’ll catch you guys later,” he said.
Benny looked over his shoulder, his gaze darting from Crow to Angie and then back to Crow. “Sure.”
Crow slid into the booth and scooted next to Angie. A startled look spread across her face, and he flashed a grin.
“I don’t bite.”
That pretty pink color stained her cheeks again, and she quickly looked away.
“I didn’t say that you did. I just didn’t expect you to join us without asking.”
He leaned close enough that he could smell her subtle, enticing fragrance. “May I join you?” he whispered in her ear.
The smooth cotton of her tank top brushed across his knuckles as she turned toward him in her seat. The touch drew his attention to her tits—not huge, but full—molded beneath the snug fabric and tapped into the fantasy of her writhing under him as he plunged into her over and over.
“What about your friends?” she said, pulling him out of his sexual haze.
“They’re going home.”
“What did you guys do tonight?” Her voice poured over him like warm honey.
“Went to a club. It was okay, but my friends seemed to have fun.”
Silvia cleared her throat, and he glanced over at her. He’d forgotten that she was at the table.
“I’m sorry, Silvia,” Angie said.
Crow pulled away. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I wanted to ask if we could meet up and talk about Madera Crossing.”
Angie’s eyes widened. “Why? What’s going on?”
“Some strange shit. I think we need to talk”—he glanced over at Silvia, then back at her—“in private.”
“If this has something to do with a HUD property, we can meet at my office.”
He slipped out of the booth. “No way. I don’t go into government buildings.”
A slight frown lined her forehead. “Why?”
“I don’t trust the government.”
“That’s strange,” she replied.
“No, it’s not. How about dinner?”
She laughed dryly. “Is this a ruse to go out on a date with me?”
“No, I don’t play bullshit games. I need for us to talk, and we need to eat, so how’s dinner tomorrow night?”
From the corner of his eye, he saw Silvia tap Angie’s hand.
“I guess.”
“I’ll pick you up at seven.”
Angie shook her head. “I’ll meet you. Where do you want to go?”
