5
It was late by the time Mickey found a car to take them to Luci’s aunts’ house. That it was a Yugo didn’t help his headache.
“Did you get a chance to call your aunts and let them know—”
“You don’t call my aunts,” Luci said. “They have this aversion to technology.”
“Uh huh.” Mickey stowed her blasted belongings, then opened the door for her. “I could have sent someone—”
Her smile cut him off. It was too close, too charm-intensive with only the car door between them.
“They lost track of the last twenty years of my life. I don’t think they’ll notice I’m a few hours late.”
She slid in, giving him a generous glimpse of her thighs as her skirt rode high. When her hands smoothed the skirt back into place, the memory lingered with him as he crossed to the driver’s side and got in. He hesi
