Chapter 26
They
took two spots on high wooden stools with brown leather seats that surrounded
the L-shaped Orchard Bar. Jennie ordered her standard Blue Moon ale with an
orange wedge and Sammie opted for a vodka martini—shaken, not stirred.
“Very
James Bond of you,” Jennie quipped with a smirk.
“James
Bond isn’t this tall,” Sammie replied with a wink. She peeled back her jacket
slightly to show a glimpse of her Glock. “He also isn’t this heavily armed,
this well-built (she puffed out her chest) … or this black.”
They
both laughed out loud, turning heads all around the bar. When those heads—that
were mostly attached to the necks of middle-aged men—caught sight of the
beautiful Jennifer Covington and the stunningly handsome Sammie Ellsworth
sitting side-by-side on bar stools, a lot of chairs got turned around for a
better look.
“We’ve
developed quite an audience,” Jennie said as the gawking began. “I think
they’re admiring our, you know, ass-ets.”
“Can
you blame them?” Sammie replied. “Eat your hearts out, boys.”
