Single Lady Spy 01 - The End of Me

travels a lot, so he hasn’t sold it yet. He isn’t here. He’s in Thailand. He said we could stay, and apparently, he’s rented the basement out to a nice couple of chubby people with their own deep-fry machine. It’s in the house. She made this fish and chips right downstairs.”
    I laughed and stole a fry, “Those have been around since before you were born, whippersnapper.”
    He beamed, “I’m getting my mom to buy one.”
    “You eat whatever you want and stay skinny, don’t you?” I asked.
    “Yup.” Jack laughed and took the plate of food to the car. He sat up front.
    I looked at Coop with the gun in his hands still, “Let’s go.”
    He holstered it and sighed, “This is a mistake. Later when he sells us down the river, you remember I said this was a mistake, and that you were thinking with your dick.”
    I closed the door behind him, “I will. Don’t worry, I already have my apology planned out. Have you heard anything about the kids and my mom?”
    He shook his head, “Nope.”
    I almost sobbed a tiny bit. He walked with me out to the car, “You okay?”
    I shook my head, “I hardly know. I need my kids.” I didn’t trust Servario’s word that they were fine. Not yet.
    He looked concerned, as he squished into the back seat. I sat up front with Jack and made him share his food.
    “Good God, I wish we had brought a larger vehicle. That stinks. Please throw it out the window,” Servario asked, sounding snooty. He clearly had never had to stuff a bunch of people into a car before.
    I shook my head, “No. Steve’s eating some now too.”
    Servario opened his window and made a sighing noise.
    “Is the tartar sauce homemade too?” Steve asked with a big mouthful.
    Jack nodded, “Yes. I watched her make it, while the fish was frying. Amazing woman.”
    Coop snorted, “Size of a damned Buick, you mean.”
    Jack looked back, “You hush your mouth. That woman was a chubby angel. She made me homemade donuts yesterday. I’m marrying a chubby woman. I decided this just yesterday.”
    I laughed and dragged a fry through the fatty-mayonnaise tartar sauce, “Never trust a skinny cook.”
    Steve glanced at me, “I thought you were a good cook.”
    I beamed, “Are you calling me skinny?”
    He nodded, “You are skinny. Don’t be one of those skinny girls, who doesn’t know she’s skinny.”
    I gave Coop a death stare, “It doesn’t help when people call you fat, all the time.”
    Coop looked less than impressed, “I never said you were fat. I said lazy and old.”
    The same homicidal look I usually had on my face when I was with him, appeared. I turned around, crossing my arms.
    Servario muttered, “Say something rude like that again, and I won’t need to leak your location.”
    Coop laughed. I glanced back at him, “Yeah. Look who has the arms dealer on her side? This old, lazy bitch, that’s right.”
    Coop’s eyes gleamed with the things he wanted to say. He gave me a grin and a wink instead. I shook my head and turned around; it wasn’t the response I was expecting.
    We drove out of the city to a small, private airport.
    Steve parked the car and walked ahead. I climbed out and followed him. Servario hurried along, “Hurry. They’re close behind us.”
    “Who?” Coop asked running for the plane. I cursed my choosing the sexy Christian Louboutin platform, patent-leather jade-colored pumps. They were so pretty. I was never parting with them. I forced Servario to give Roxy money, so she would stop complaining when I tried them on.
    “You look like a Bratz doll,” Luce said with a smile.
    I laughed, “His planes have clothes on them. They’re all designer and amazing. It’s a fun distraction.”
    Her eyes lit up, “What sizes?”
    I shrugged, “Fours and a couple things in six. Shoes are all size seven. I can squeak into the fours, if I don’t eat or breathe.”
    She wrinkled her nose, “I’m a six for sure, but I can definitely fit the shoes.”
    I whispered, “You have to sneak them past Roxy. That girl has a problem.”
    We were all huffing when we boarded. Everyone put on seat belts as the jet took off.
    I glanced at Servario, whispering, “How did you know they were coming?”
    He nodded, “I have a friend. He keeps tabs on CI, CIA, MI6, the UN, and Homeland Security. Thus far, they don’t know we have them.” He looked at Coop, Jack, and Luce sitting up a few rows from us with Steve. “They just think I have you for all the fun I can handle.”
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