OF: The Bad Luck Cat Mysteries
“Hiya, sweetheart.” He brought his face close to mine. “Whaddya say we leave Chester in his misery and have us a little dance. I wiped the table with those bozos.” He glanced over his shoulder at the cleared pool table and the other players clustered at one end.
The band was playing a slow song now, and there was no way I was getting any closer to this guy than I already was.
“You’re Ernie Baxter’s twin brother,” I said, realizing why he looked familiar.
“Guilty,” he said. “I’m Eddie, and you must be Sabrina, the not-so-teenage witch I heard about from Mom. She told me I’d be runnin’ into you sometime soon, and here you are.” He gave me another appraising glance.
I twisted out of his grasp, uncomfortable with him and the eerie suggestion that Twila Baxter knew I’d show up at The Wild Pony before I had any intention of doing so. “I came to speak with Chester.”
“Best wait till he dries out.” Eddie took my arm and started toward the dance floor. “He gets delirious when he’s drunk. We have plenty of time to get to know each other better.”
I tried dodging him, but Eddie moved closer and soon his arm was around my waist again, fingers twisted around one of my belt loops. I grabbed those fingers and said, “Let me go.”
“Aw, sweetheart,” he said, “I’m cool. Give me a chance.”
I writhed and twisted as I tried to disconnect myself from him, but he stuck like glue.
“Why don’t you show me some of your witchy moves,” he said. “Bet you got some—”
Before he finished the thought, Eddie’s knees buckled and his legs were swept out from under him. Someone ripped his hand away from my waistline and took my arm. Then I was hurtled along through the crowd and found myself outside, where light rain was falling.
“C’mon,” the man next to me said. “Let’s take cover.”
I was grateful he’d separated me from Eddie Baxter, but did I want to go anywhere with this guy?
I turned to him and saw in the glare of the lights along the porch that Luke Griffin held my arm.
He pointed across the street to what looked like an abandoned service station with a roof over what used to be the pumping area.
We ran across the street together.”
Have you ever been in a situation where you felt like someone had rescued you from something or someone?
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Kay Finch is the National Best-Selling author of the Bad Luck Cat Mysteries by Berkley Prime Crime. Though her character, Sabrina Tate, has left the paralegal profession behind to move to the Texas Hill Country, Kay still works as a paralegal at a Houston, Texas law firm. She resides in a Houston suburb with her husband and pets. Visit her at www.kayfinch.com.