Josie Lynn nodded and the waitress left.
Drake watched Renee, who now sang “The Lady Is a Tramp,” and strutted around the stage, her gown billowing out behind her.
Again, Josie Lynn got oddly entranced by the performance, but only until the waitress returned with Drake’s fresh drink.
He took another long drink, and again Josie Lynn got the feeling he was very uncomfortable with her line of questioning.
“So what about you?” he asked as he set down his highball glass. “How long have you lived in New Orleans?”
It was her turn to take a sip of her drink. “I actually live in Westwego.”
“That’s a bit of a trek, but not bad. Is that where you grew up?”
Yeah, it was definitely her turn to be reluctant to answer. “I grew up near Atchafalaya Swamp. My dad and brothers are fisherman and—well, you know they have some experience with gators. And some of them take tourists out to fish.”
She waited for more questions. Stereotypical questions about how it was to grow up Cajun, running wild in the bayous.
But he didn’t say anything more, he simply nodded. Somehow that felt just as awkward as more questions.
She took another sip of her wine, then added almost self-consciously, “I’m sure your life was very different from how I grew up.”
Drake made a face that Josie Lynn couldn’t quite decipher. “My whole existence in general has been very different. Although I’m certainly familiar with the bayous and rivers of this area.”
“Really? Why’s that?”
“Well, because I was a pirate,” he stated, and then smiled that lopsided smile of his.
She rolled her eyes at him, but smiled, too. “Right. How could I forget?”
“Arrgh,” he said, squinting up his handsome face in a way that he clearly thought was pirate-y. “Would you like to walk my plank, matey?”
She laughed despite herself. Maybe it was the wine. “I’d watch yourself, pirate, you saw what I did to the gator.”
He chuckled, then he looked back to the stage. Josie Lynn did, too, realizing the music had stopped. Wow, had Drake held her attention so thoroughly she hadn’t noticed that until now?
“My lovely crowd,” Renee said, in a husky, sultry voice.
Josie Lynn looked around again.
“I will be taking a short break. But please don’t leave us, because the stunning Clarisse Dubois will be joining you to delight with her magnificent vocal stylings. So please, sit back and enjoy.”
As Renee sauntered toward the stage exit, Drake rose and waved to her. Renee gave him a vague wave back, then recognition lit her heavily shadowed eyes. She smiled, her ruby lips revealing startlingly white teeth. She gestured toward the backstage, then raised a manicured finger to indicate that she just needed a minute.
Drake nodded and returned to his chair.
“I guarantee she will know where to find the Chers,” he said to Josie Lynn.
“Excuse me.” A male voice drew their attention away from the stage.
Both Josie Lynn and Drake turned to see a man standing behind them. From the looks of the satiny shirt, the buttons straining over his rotund belly, and the light blue polyester pants, he looked as if he hadn’t gone shopping since the seventies. He pushed at his comb-over and offered them an oddly knowing smile.
Right away the man made Josie Lynn feel uncomfortable. Something about that gleam in his dark eyes. They roamed over her, lustfully. Drake seemed to notice, too, because he moved his chair so his knee was against hers. The movement was not overt, but still a subtle sign of possessiveness and protection. Josie Lynn didn’t shift her leg away.
“Can we help you?” Drake said, his tone cool.
“You don’t remember me?”
Drake gave the man a once-over that silently stated he wasn’t likely to forget this guy, then shook his head. “Sorry.”
“Well, you two were pretty—busy last night.” The man shot Josie Lynn another lascivious look, actually licking his lips.
Josie Lynn knew she didn’t contain her repulsion.
Drake placed a hand on hers, another protective move that she wasn’t going to discourage. But the man didn’t seem to see it as protective warning. In fact, as his gaze dropped to where they touched, he licked his lips again.
Disgust darkened Drake’s eyes, and his jaw flexed as if he was clenching his teeth. But he managed to sound relatively unperturbed as he asked, “And where exactly did you see us?”
“In the back room at The Dungeon.”
The Dungeon? Had this guy somehow been in Zelda’s sex room? That idea made Josie Lynn shudder. This guy and sex toys and all drugged out of their heads. Oh. Dear. God.
“The Dungeon,” Drake said, his tone curious and apparently not as disturbed by the idea as Josie Lynn was. “What time?”
“Oh, I’m not sure. Late.” Again the man eyed Josie Lynn, and she found herself squeezing Drake’s hand. God, this creeper made her skin crawl.
“Can you tell us who was with us?”
“A tall, very attractive woman in nothing but a bra and panties and thigh-high boots.”
Oh, dear God, he was describing Zelda. He had been in the sex room with them.
“Another woman in some sort of black leather catsuit and high heels.”
Zelda and that woman Drake had been using Josie Lynn to get rid of. At least that seemed like to the two most likely women.
“And,” the man added with any unnervingly excited grin, “your lady here was not happy with the catsuit gal. They got into quite a shouting match.”
Josie Lynn gaped at Drake. She’d got into a fight? With that woman? Why?
Drake’s expression wasn’t one of shock, but rather intrigue.
“Really? What did they fight about?” he asked the man.
“Well, your lady here didn’t like that Catsuit was hitting on you,” the man said, then looked at Josie Lynn. “In fact, you can be quite a spitfire when angry. The bouncer made the woman in the catsuit leave.”
Bouncer? Oh, wait, the man was talking about a Goth bar called The Dungeon just off Bourbon on Toulouse. But Josie Lynn’s relief that this man hadn’t been in Zelda’s sex dungeon was short-lived, as her gaze inadvertently fell on his weirdo polyester-covered crotch, which was unfortunately at eye level with where she sat.
She made a small, appalled noise and shifted her gaze to Drake, although his expression wasn’t any more comforting. He looked highly amused.
She squeezed his hand again, this time very tightly.
Drake chuckled. “Oh, she is definitely a little spitfire. You should see her wrassle a gator.”
“Really?” The man looked even more titillated, although she didn’t check his trousers to see how much more so. Damn Drake.
“Oh yeah,” Drake said with feeling. “So my cupcake here didn’t like the other woman’s attention, huh?”
Josie Lynn shot Drake a dirt look. He was enjoying this far too much.
“Not at all,” the man said. “In fact, she popped the woman. Probably blackened her eye in good shape.”
This time, Josie Lynn’s mouth dropped open. She’d punched that woman? No. No.
Beside her, Drake laughed out loud. “Wow. Popped her, huh?”
The man nodded, grinning, too. “Socked her good.”
Drake chuckled again.
