The bar was freakin’ CLOSED! I couldn’t believe it.
I was halfway out of the shopping mall door when I got a weird text.
Delilah: No, no! I’m good and com I NH back 🙂
(That’s a quote, too!)
Now I knew she was really in trouble – there was a pretty good chance she was handcuffed to the headboard of some creepazoid’s bed. He’d grabbed her phone and was texting for her. The dude couldn’t even spell. . ..
Desperation prompted me to call her. Yep, for lack of any other option I called her, conveniently forgetting she hadn’t picked up when I’d tried a few minutes before. Was I ever relieved when she freakin’ picked up.
Me: Where are you? You’ve scared the crap out of me. What the hell was I supposed to tell your husband and kids if you’d disappeared on me?
Delilah *giggles like a naughty kid*: I’m fine. I had the best time. I had two. TWO!
At this point, it could’ve been two of anything, and I really didn’t want to know what.
Me (using as firm a tone as I could manage – kinda hard when I was shaking from relief!): Stop. Where are you? Look around and tell me what you see. And for the love of God don’t move.
With the phone pressed to my ear I quickly re-traced my steps to where my gal pal sat ever so innocently on a bench just inside the mall entrance from the hotel. She jumped up and ran towards me, laughing like she’d had two shots of absinthe-the-evil-drink. Gee, come to think of it, that’s exactly what she’d had. *Sigh*
Jessica Adams, the heroine of my debut book, MERGER OF THE HEART, would’ve thrown her uneaten bag of peanut M & M’s at Delilah. I, on the other hand, knew the night wasn’t over. I still had to get her back to the room and into her bed where, hopefully, she’d stay for the rest of the night.
You’d think that’d be easy, right? Remember, this is Ms. Marvelle we’re talking about!
Drop on by next Tuesday to see how the evening ended. . ..