Free Concealed Carry by Hildie McQueen Page A

and looked down at the irreparably damaged pump, her breath coming in pants. Angel pulled up and peered at the shoe. "Damn. I don't think you can wear your chew now."
    "You think?" She glared at him. "What the hell am I supposed to do?"
    Angel finally lost it and began to laugh, he leaned over the steering wheel his arms across his stomach. He wiped at tears and attempted to somber up. "I'm sorry." Another chuckled escaped.
    "Take off your shoes." She eyed his patent leather expensive loafers.
    Her words caught his attention. "Huh? You are not getting my chews."
    "Well no shit Angel, they are way too big for me. I want your socks."
    "For what?"
    Lisa walked around the cart and smacked Angel on the head. "I have to wear something. Mr. Wells expects us for his weekly logistics meeting in fifteen minutes, I don't have time to go and get another pair of shoes."
    "Oh, okay." Angel motioned for her to get in the cart. "You can have my socks once we get in the office, I don't want them to get dirty in the parking lot."
    "Give me the damn socks now!" Lisa screamed as loud as she could. "Or I'm going to kill you."
    When they arrived at the office, Lisa trudged behind Angel, wearing his socks. Thankfully her pants were long, so hopefully people wouldn't notice her lack of shoes. Dean Collins worked by the back door, he stood with a clipboard and pen; his head tilted to the side and seemed to be studying the plantings along the side of the building. He motioned her over when she approached.
    "Don't go over there," Angel hissed, "too many rocks."
    "Oh shut up," Lisa told him and walked to Dean. "Hey Dean, what's up?"
    "Not much," Dean gave her a crooked grin and she could immediately understand how he turned women into lunatics. The Collins brothers were sex on a stick.
    "Okay, well see you around." She turned only for him to take her arm and stop her.
    "I’m sorry about the ruckus at the house. Max told me about Jenny the other night. Oh… and… I’m sorry about Candy. She likes to pop in and surprise me even though I told her I'm living at Max's temporarily and I don't want company there." His chocolate brown eyes met hers, his lips pressed together. "I know my brother likes you and I don't want you to not give him a chance because of me." He shrugged.
    If he touched her with a feather he could have knocked her over. Great now she finds out Max is not a man-ho, right after he witnessed the unfortunate attempt of a gay man kissing her. "Thanks for letting me know," she replied, not sure what else to say.
    "Yeah, well he left early today, said you were seeing a coworker now."
    "Bernie?"
    " I don't know the guy's name. How many men have you kissed this morning?" Dean gave her a puzzled look.
    She rolled her eyes. "Bernie is just a friend."
    "Max said you and the guy were ass-grabby this morning."
    "Yeah, well Bernie was attempting to make someone jealous. I agreed to it, but didn't expect the 'ass-grabby thing'."
    "I see," Dean replied, not looking like he did. "Well anyway, just wanted to apologize about the women. I will see to it they don't ever come around again."
    "After what Max saw this morning it probably doesn't matter. But thanks." Lisa smiled at Dean and turned away.
    "You do realize you don't have shoes on right?" Dean asked.
     
    Mr. Wells shot her a look of annoyance when she walked into the meeting exactly five minutes late. She slid into a seat next to Angel and placed her crumpled folder on the table. Across from her Justin Ruiz sat. On his left Bernie blasted her with an overly wide grin. "Hello Doll." Lisa kicked him under the table.
    "Ouch," Justin looked around. "Who the hell kicked me?"
    Mr. Wells' eyebrows rose and he looked around the table. "Did someone kick Mr. Ruiz?"
    Lisa held up her hand like a third grader with the right answer. "I'm sorry, I have leg cramps and sometimes the muscles tighten and boom."
    " That’s why she's not wearing any chews today." Angel the idiot attempted to help. "So it chouldn’t