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Randy said, "We were sitting together up front. That's all." His face broke into a sudden grin. "Getting to know each other."

"Hey!" Imogen said yet again. "It wasn't the wayyou'remakingit sound!" She looked to me and said, "We were just visiting. That's all."

Right. Because Imogen just loved to visit with "the help," as she called them.

Randy spoke up. "See? That's what I said, too."

Imogen gave him an irritated look. "Yeah, but you made it sound way worse."

A funny thing about Imogen, when she got agitated, her high-dollar accent was shaky at best. It was shaky now and getting shakier with every passing word.

As if looking to prove the point, she told Randy, "I mean, it's not like I was blowing you or anything."

She could blow himandhalf of the town for all I cared. All I wanted was to get the limo out of my way.

I looked to Imogen and said, "Wait here."

"But—"

"I'll be right back." I turned away, heading toward the car I'd been driving. I strode to the passenger's side door and opened it up. As I did, Becka gave me a perplexed look.

I explained, "I just need to grab something out of the glove compartment."

Normally I wasn't one to explain myself, but hey, the storage was in her space, and the last thing I wanted was for her to bolt.

As she watched, I reached into the car and opened the glove compartment. Sure enough, there was a screwdriver buried under some paperwork. I pulled it out and slammed the compartment shut.

Becka frowned. "What do you needthatfor?"

"I'll be right back."

"Hey, you didn't answer my question."

"I'll tell you when I'm done."

"Done with what?" she asked.

I flicked my head toward the limo. "Getting them out of our way."

She gave the limo a worried glance. "You're not going to hurt them or anything, are you?"

If I was, I wouldn't need a screwdriver to do it. But that wasn't worth mentioning, so all I said was, "No." I shoved the screwdriver into my back pocket and turned away, shutting the passenger's side door behind me.

When I returned to the limo, Imogen and Randy were still arguing back and forth.

Imogen was saying, "I didnotgrab your crotch!"

From the driver's seat, Randy said, "Hey, I'm not complaining. I kind of liked it."

Imogen looked to me and explained, "I was just getting the key out of his pocket, that's all. He's reading way more into it."

Randy gave Imogen a perplexed look. "Hey, how come you're not English anymore?"

"Oh, screw you!" she said.

"I was just askin'…"

I moved between them and looked to Randy. "Get out."