Victoria Dahl - Start Me Up

“Nice,” Molly snorted.

“I’m just wondering if you can write about things you’re not into. If you find some things exciting, even if you’d never actually do them.”

“Absolutely,” Molly answered quickly, making Lori wonder if she and her writer friends had these types of conversations all the time. Some of the tension left her shoulders.

“I’ve got a friend,” Molly went on, “Delilah Hughes. She writes stories about pretty heavy submission and bondage. Stuff I’m totally not into. But her books are beautifully done, charged with emotion and conflict. Very sexy. I love them. And Ben always appreciates it when I read them, if you know what I mean.”

Lori rolled her eyes. “I think I might.”

“But sometimes it’s not really a matter of what you’re into. It depends on who you’re with. There are—” Molly wiggled her eyebrows meaningfully “— things I’d do with Ben that I’d never do with anyone else.”

“Deer,” Lori called out, thankful for the opportunity to change the subject. She had the answer she wanted.

The car slowed to a crawl as Molly drove by the doe staring from the shoulder of the road. They both watched until it finally burst into flight and disappeared into the trees. Silence reigned while Molly concentrated on the road, but if the doe was part of a herd, the rest had stayed well hidden. Two minutes later, the mist cleared, and sunlight exploded around them.

“Hey, we’re out of the clouds!” Molly cheered, and she was right. They’d been thrust into a beautiful, sunny evening, and the air inside the truck warmed by fifteen degrees in the bright rays.

When Lori rolled down her window, the green scent of wet grass poured over her. She breathed deep.

“So what is it?” Molly asked, lowering her voice to a stage whisper. “Spanking?”

A gnat flew down Lori’s throat. Or else she was choking on mortification and horror. Coughing, she glared and shook her head.

“Oh, come on. Everyone likes to read about spanking. Or a three-way. Is it two men? Is that what you’re thinking about? I’ve never done that. You should do it.”

“No! No, no, no! I don’t think I want to try any of those things, I’m just…missing something.”

“Okay.” Molly relented, and reached out to pat her hand. “I get it. You’re restless and horny. Maybe you should go stay in Aspen for a whole weekend. Get a love nest at The Lodge. Pick up a cute guy. I’d come for moral support, but I think the Chief might object.”

“Definitely.”

“But you’ll think about it?”

Lori felt a little shiver of nervousness. “I don’t know. Let’s get through tonight, see how it feels.”

“Deal.” Her friend glanced away from the road to grin at her like a proud mama. “My little girl is all grown-up.”

“You’re embarrassing me, Mother.”

Molly let out one of her loud, boundless laughs, the kind that pulled everyone in whether they felt like laughing or not. Lori was no exception.

So she laughed into the wind, a weight rolling from her shoulders to bounce away into the forest. But without the weight, she felt a little hollow once she’d stopped laughing. Lori cleared her throat. “So Ben thinks someone might have killed my dad.”

The car jerked, hitting the soft shoulder for a brief moment that raised up clanging pebbles. “What?” Molly gasped.

“He stopped by the other day while you were at the store to tell me he was reopening the case.”

“What do you mean? He thinks someone came into your house and killed your dad?”

“No, he thinks someone purposefully bashed his skull in ten years ago. He didn’t tell you?”

“Oh, Jesus,” Molly breathed. The truck slowed considerably. “No, he didn’t tell me. You know what a stickler he is about confidentiality. But…why would he think your dad was killed?”

“There’s some evidence, but nothing concrete. I honestly don’t want to talk about it tonight, but I wanted to tell you. Just in case I have three martinis and start blubbering.”

“Oh, but, Lori, you’re—”

“No, seriously. No talking about it. I need a night out in the worst way. So let’s have fun. Show me a good time.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Molly watched her for a long moment, then turned determined eyes back to the road. “All right then. I have my mission.”

T HE MAÎTRE D ’ SMILED over his shoulder for the second time since he’d started leading them toward a table. Lori felt Molly’s elbow dig into her side and nudged her back, but she couldn’t help a little thrill of excitement. The man was flirting with her. Lori Love. And she was flirting back.

She smoothed a hand nervously over the flared skirt of the midnight-blue sundress. Without Molly’s encouragement, she’d never have even tried on the strapless silk dress, much less paired it with a pair of deep red shoes. But now she felt daring and feminine and sexy. And giddy as hell.

“Ladies,” the host said with a charming purr, sweeping his hand toward a table that overlooked the street outside.

“Thank you,” Lori said, trying not to giggle like a teenager when he winked at her.

“Paul will be your server tonight, but I’m Marcus. Please let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you.”

“We will, thanks.”

By the time she’d settled into the chair he held out, arranging her skirts carefully so they wouldn’t get wrinkled, Lori could feel that Molly was about to burst. She looked up to find her grinning over her clasped hands.

“You look so pretty. And you’re glowing, Lori!”

“Maybe I put on too much blush.”

“Maybe you’re in heat!” Her eyes dropped lower. “My God I’m a genius. That dress is perfect for your body.”

“Thank you for helping me. I even look like I have boobs.”

“How crazy is that?”

Lori kicked her with one brand-new shoe.

“All right, I’ll be serious. You look gorgeous, so keep an eye out. There isn’t a man here who’d be able to resist you.”

“ That’s being serious? I’m ridiculously short, I’ve got a face like a grumpy pixie, and there’s black grease under my nails.”

“You look like a hot pixie tonight, darling. And everybody knows that pixies are little whores.”

“Hey, I think I read that book!” They were both snorting quite unsexily when the waiter came to take their drink order.

When he hurried away, Molly went suddenly wide-eyed. “Oh, my God. Look!”

Lori swung around, and immediately spotted the person who’d caused Molly’s shock. He was handsome, tall, and he had exquisite hands, though she couldn’t see them from this far away. Quinn was standing next to a table on the other side of the restaurant, a napkin clutched in his fist, and his eyes locked on…Lori.

Her heart flipped as she spun back to stare down at her silverware. When she’d first looked at herself in the mirror at the store, she’d had a brief, mad wish that she’d run into Quinn tonight. And here he was. Maybe she was a pixie.

When she noticed Molly smiling up as if her brother were getting closer, her heart fluttered.

Where the hell were those drinks? Flirting with a stranger was one thing, but now she had the acute sense that she looked foolish. A fraud. A sow’s ear trying very hard to become a silk purse, or whatever that damn expression was. She pulled nervously at a curl and wondered if she’d already licked all her lipstick off.

“Hey, Quinn!” Molly said, and Lori nearly knocked her bottle of mineral water over.

When he didn’t reply, she couldn’t stand the suspense and had to look up…straight into his hazel eyes. “Lori?” he breathed. Heat climbed up her chest, burning all the way up to her hairline.