He didn’t see Deidre approach until it was almost too late. Gerry gasped a quick, “Shit!” and grabbed both her hands before the two of them were showered with the sparkling pink drinks she held.
“There you are, love!” She shoved one hand forward and grinned wide. “I brought you a drink. Thought you might need the rehydration, if you catch my drift.”
He released her hands and accepted the glass. “What I need is a shower. And soap. Probably some Clorox, to be honest with you. That guy was a creep.”
Deidre’s eyebrows shot up in interest. “Do tell, Fawn. I love me a good creep story.”