Redheads in skimpy sundresses and stiletto sandals. They were all legs. Swaying hips. And would double Zooâs pleasure, Landon thought.
Will cleared his throat, and Zoo returned his attention to the pitcher. âMy sister-in-law used the Roadside America app when she traveled with her children from Texas to Maine to visit their grandparents. The stops broke up the monotony. I swear Halo is using the same app.â
âBut why?â Landon questioned. âIâve never known him to play tourist. Not ever. Heâs fast-track. Getting to his destination as quickly as possible.â
Zoo tapped the edge of Landonâs smartphone with his finger. âLast night he slept in the Live Oak Villa Treehouse on St. Simonâs Island, Georgia. This morning he crossed into Florida, making stops at Sarasotaâs Jungle Garden and Big Daddy Garlits Museum of Drag Racing in Ocala.â
Landonâs jaw worked. The museum might interest his friend, but he couldnât picture Halo sitting through a bird show with a bike-riding parrot. He sent one final text to his buddy. â Get your ass here.â
He was about to pocket his phone when Halo answered. â My ass arrives in two hours. Barefoot Inn.â
âBarefoot Inn?â Land puzzled. âThe bed-and-breakfast reserved for the winners of the spring training contest.â
âStill makes no sense,â said Will. âUnless the person joining Halo planned to check in early. Jillian sent out itineraries. Weâre to meet our guests at the airport on Sunday. Thereâs a welcome bonfire at twilight near the pier.â
Zoo shrugged. âWhatever. Heâs a big boy. Heâll get here.â
A nudge on Landonâs right, and a curvy brunette slipped between him and Will, and faced Zoo. An asymmetrical haircut flirted with her exotic features. She wore a belly shirt tucked beneath her boobs. Her wraparound skirt was slit over one thigh. Lady was bold in her attention. She traced a navy fingernail over Top or Bottom? on his T-shirt. Then licked her lips, and landed him with, âBoth of us facing the TV.â
Zoo threw back his head and laughed. He took her hand in his, said, âIâm Zoo.â
âI know. Iâm Nikki.â
âWhere to, sweetheart?â
âWherever youâre going.â
âI have no immediate plans.â
She hooked her arm through his. âI was headed to Goody Gumdrops, the penny candy store.â She dipped two fingers in her cleavage. Produced a dollar. âI need some sugar. Root beer barrels, snow caps, and blow pops.â
Blow pops made Zoo grin. Will, too. Their thoughts were on sex. Swirling tongues and sucking. Zoo jingled the change in his pants pocket. âI like pop rocks.â
Her eyes shone. âI bet you do.â
âWeâre gone.â Zoo gave Landon and Will his back.
âThatâs the last weâll see of him tonight,â said Will.
âMaybe, maybe not.â Landon turned off his smartphone, pocketed it. âGuysâ night out before spring training is tradition. Zoo may tap her early, but heâll catch up with us later.â
âTwenty bucks says heâs more into blow pops than his bros.â
âYouâre on. But make it fifty. Iâm sure heâll show.â
âIâll take that bet, and raise you another fifty,â Will said. âBar where Zoo will walk through the door?â
âLusty Oyster.â
âA final hundred on what time.â
Landon gave it some thought. âAround eleven. Give or take a few minutes.â
âIâll give him until midnight, but it wonât matter. We wonât see Zoo again until the bonfire. Heâd get fined if he doesnât make an appearance with his contest winner. Itâs a team event.â
âWho did Zoo choose?â Land wondered.
Will told him. âCoach Holloway, as the man prefers to be called. Heâs a retired
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