7
“Luci.” Mickey’s brain groaned. A much lower organ signaled delight. He felt Delaney grip his arm.
“You seriously mislead me, Ross.”
Mickey studied Delaney’s awestruck expression with resignation. Only time and exposure to Luci would wipe it off now. With deep suspicion, Mickey watched her approach. He didn’t know why she was wearing what looked like mourning clothes on a hot weekday morning, but the drifting lace and floppy-brimmed hat made her look deceptively harmless and far too charming. Let Delaney take the ride this time. He’d be the one to keep his wits about him in the bright hot light of day.
“Mickey.” Her voice was rich with a mournful Southern accent she hadn’t had last night as she held out her hand to him. “How fortunate. I was just on my way to see you. The boys...” Sh
