I whirled on him. "What?"
He pointed toward my breasts. "Your shirt."
I looked down. My white blouse was smeared with reddish brown splotches. I bit my lip. "Is that–?
"Yup," Trey said. "Chainsaw blood."
Well, this was just great. Once in my whole life I'm actually held by Jake Bishop, and he sullies me with another man's blood. Talk about a mood-killer.
No way I'd be wearing this shirt for any longer than I had to. I glanced toward the trunk of the car. "I'll need my suitcase," I said.
Trey snorted. "Out of there? Forget it. We'd need a freakin' crowbar."
"How wouldyouknow?" I said.
"Well, that's what it took last time," Trey said.
I whirled toward Jake. "There was a last time?"
"You could say that," Jake said.
"How many accidents do you get into, anyway?" I said.
Before Jake could answer, Trey gave a bark of laughter and said, "A lot."
I whirled on him. "I don't see how this is funny."
"Trey," Jake said. "Tone it down, will ya? She's freaked out. Can't you tell?"
I whirled back to Jake. "Of course I’m freaked out!" I said. "You got me kicked me out of my apartment. And fired. And—"
"Technically," he said, "you resigned."
"No," I said, "Youresigned. On my behalf."
"That job sucked," he said. He lowered his voice. "Baby, you're better than that, and you know it."
I gulped. Baby?
Damn it. He was distracting me again. I reminded myself to focus. Okay, so maybe he was right. The job did kind of suck. But it's not like I'd wanted to quit.
"That's not the point," I told him. "You know how hard it was for me to get that job? I had to go through five interviews."
Jake nodded. "Impressive."
"Are you making fun of me?"
"Nope."
I whirled to Trey. "Is he?"
Trey turned to study Jake. "Nah. I don't think so."
From somewhere above, a female voice rang out, "Jake, over here!" I looked around, and heard it again. "Jake! Jake!"
Finally, I spotted her. It was the same girl as before. She was leaning out an upper-story window of that same apartment complex.
"I love you!" she called. And then, she lifted the hem of her shirt high above her head, revealing a pair of naked, ample breasts. She jiggled them out the open window.
Next to us, Trey was absolutely riveted. "Man, I love this job," he said.
Slowly, I returned my gaze to Jake.
To my infinite surprise, his gaze wasn't on the girl, or her goodies. It was still on me. "Get in the car," he said.
Bossy or not, that suddenly seemed like a terrific idea. I stomped toward the car and wrenched open the passenger side door. With obvious reluctance, Trey turned away from the girlie-show and reclaimed his spot in the back. Finally, after a casual wave at his half-naked fan, Jake climbed into the driver's seat and slammed the door shut behind him.
I sank low in my seat, wanting to disappear, or at the very least, roar away at lightning speed. Apparently though, Jake had other ideas. Because he didn't start the car.
