Free Cody by Kimberly Raye Page A

anything other than the missionary position.”
    Her palms itched at the memory of her hands pressed to the brick and Cody behind her. If only Lucy knew.
    “I would really appreciate it if we could talk about something else.” Miranda blew out a breath and made a beeline for the fridge. Pulling out a Diet Coke, she lingered a split second and let the rush of cool airsoothe her cheeks before snagging an extra drink for her sister.
    She shut the refrigerator door to find her sister eyeing her, an amused grin tugging at her lips.
    “Speaking of missionary, how is Mr. Tight Ass?”
    “He’s great.”
    “Really? You’d never know it to look at him. Big penis?”
    “I didn’t mean in bed. I meant in general.”
    “I know.” Lucy grinned and headed for the pantry and a box of cupcakes. “Don’t you ever buy Twinkies? Chocolate makes me break out.”
    “So what do you want?” Miranda asked. “Besides food, that is.”
    “Who says I want anything? Maybe I’m just here to bond with my little sister.” Miranda gave her a yeah, right look and she added, “Okay, so maybe I could use twenty bucks. There’s this new bar that just opened up over in Cherry Creek. I thought I’d drive over after I finished my shift tonight and see if there are any hot guys hanging out.”
    “Use your tip money.”
    “Are you kidding? The only regulars that come in on Sunday night are Earl Kinley and his poker buddies.”
    “So?”
    “So they play for gum. The only thing I pick up on a Sunday night is a few packs of Hubba Bubba and the occasional piece of Dentyne. That won’t pay a cover charge, let alone buy any drinks.”
    “You could go home and call it a night,” Miranda asked hopefully. “Maybe read a book. Or watch TV.”
    “Or listen to my arteries hardening,” Lucy added. “No, thank you. I’d rather meet a hot cowboy.”
    “You already know more than enough.”
    “There’s no such thing when it comes to the opposite sex.” She finished off the cupcake and grabbed an apple from a nearby fruit bowl. “So are you going to give me the twenty bucks, or what?”
    “What if I say no?”
    “You won’t.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because I’ll pay you back.”
    “You never pay me back.”
    “Yeah, well.” She shrugged. “I don’t have as great a job as you.”
    “You could change that if you went back to school.”
    “You know I don’t do school.” Lucy grabbed her soda and the rest of the sandwich. “If you don’t want to lend me the money, I’ll figure something else out. I heard about this girl who put her used panties on eBay and made fifty bucks. Or I could offer blow jobs. Or sell my soul to the devil—”
    “I’ll give you the twenty bucks,” Miranda cut in. “But you’re paying me back this time.”
    “Sure thing.”
    “I mean it.” Miranda retrieved her purse and pulled a bill from her wallet.
    “Gotcha.” Lucy grabbed the money and a banana for the road. “I’ll call you tomorrow and we can catch up,” she added and then disappeared through the back door.
    But Lucy Rivers never called just to catch up. The only time she dialed Miranda or stopped by was whenshe wanted something. Money. Food. A place to stay because whatever guy she’d been crashing with had kicked her out.
    Just like their oldest sister Robin.
    Robin Rivers had the same shameless attitude even if it was wrapped up in an entirely different package. She had dark brown hair, green eyes and the sharp, poignant features of her Cherokee father.
    At least that’s what their mother had always said.
    Robin was currently playing groupie to a local country band touring the southwest. She’d laid everyone in the band with the exception of the drummer. A situation she had every intention of changing before they pulled back into town in a few months.
    She’d called three weeks ago to announce she’d just gotten it on with the lead singer after a round of quarters and enough tequila to pickle a horse. After the announcement, she’d