“They stay.” Da closed his hand around Billy’s wrist, and my friend froze.
“Okay, gov. Not a problem. Just don’t mangle the wrist. I’ll get you down to the docks, Drew.”
“Yes, well, step on it, Billy.” I didn’t tell him I had plans for the night; he had seen the way I’d looked at Da’, and while I could tell he was curious as to when I’d come to prefer a gentleman in my bed rather than a lady, he kept any questions behind his lips. We climbed into the back seat of the cab. I glanced over at Da’, but those sunglasses concealed his eyes, and I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
That’s because you’re not trying. I felt his amusement stroking my mind. It will be fine, I promise you. “C’mon, Brit. Let me hear you say something. Convince me you’re not slumming.”
I sighed, but dutifully spoke a few sentences. “Don’t be cross, pet. That beach is littered with gold.”