Free Deadly Reunion (The Taci Andrews Deadly Series) by Amy Manemann

laugh. Heading towards the bedroom I quickly changed clothes, opting for a pair of red leather pants, a black silky camisole that slid under a long sleeved, see through, black silk shirt and a pair of strappy black heels. It’d been ages since I dared to wear the pants but I figured if Annie was dressed to the nines I might as well join her, or at least attempt to. Besides, I was pretty sure Melanie would be dressed to kill tonight.
    Shuffling into the bathroom I quickly redid my makeup, brushing powder all over my face to cover any yucky spots before topping it off with my favorite blush. Adding another coat of mascara to my eyelashes I ended with a dab of lip gloss to my full lips. One job down, one to go…Tugging a brush through my tangled mass of hair, I gave it a fluff before dousing it with hair spray. Taking a step back I inspected my appearance carefully, satisfied with what I saw. Eat your heart out Tony Parsons I thought with a grin, flipping off the bathroom light before making my way back to the kitchen.
    “Ooh, nice pants. Any chance you want to trade outfits?” Annie asked hopefully. I laughed, shaking my head. “Are you kidding? Mel would kill you if you didn’t wear the outfit she so carefully picked out for you. Besides, I thought the point was to land you a hot guy so Bob would be jealous. Do you think anyone will pay any attention to my pants when they can check out that hot skirt?”
    Annie sighed, rolling her eyes. “Oh ye of little faith. Trust me, nobody’s going to notice my butt in this skirt when they catch site of your scrawny butt in those pants. Now let’s get a move on, Mel’s going to meet us down there and you know how she gets when we’re late.”
    I snorted back a laugh, grabbing my purse and keys from the counter. “Yeah, intoxicated and lippy, just the way I like her. Lead the way m’dear, I have the feeling you’re going to be driving tonight.”
     
    Club 8 was packed by the time we arrived, not unusually so. Pretty much the only decent night club in Riverdale nearly everyone went there on Friday night. It’d been awhile since I graced the doors but everything still seemed the same. Winding our way through the crowd we found Melanie at our usual table next to the dance floor. I don’t know how she always did it but every time we came to Club 8 we always managed to score the same table. Tricks of the trade she always said with a laugh. It made me wonder what she was trading.
    Melanie was dressed top notch as usual, silvery high heels, tight white a-line pants and a colorful tank top that tied around her neck. Silver jewelry adorned her wrists and neck, topped off with large silvery hoop earrings. Her blonde hair had been pulled up into a French twist, leaving only a few carefully arranged pieces to frame either side of her heart shaped face. There was no doubt about it; Melanie was definitely the hottie in our group. The tank top didn’t come too much as a surprise; it was only September after all and Melanie was known to fight the oncoming winter months by wearing as much of her summer outfits as possible. She once got frostbite on her feet from wearing open toed sandals while it was snowing. I think she learned her lesson on that one, but it’s hard to say.
    Melanie’s eyes brightened as we approached and she gave a little wave. “About time you two got here, I was beginning to wonder if Annie had gone back home to change.”
    Annie rolled her eyes. “There was no way I was going to go home after you spent over an hour doing my hair and make up. It’d take me at least that long to get everything washed off.”
    I laughed, my eyes traveling over the crowded dance floor. Seeing our arrival a waitress hurried over to get our drink orders.
    “Another chocolate martini please,” Melanie said, handing the waitress the empty martini glass sitting in front of her. Annie’s eyes lit up.
    “Ooh, that sounds good, I’ll take one too!” she exclaimed excitedly.
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