I should tell Jack. Really, I should. He deserves to know. But does he really? My mind flips back and forth, my inner debate causing the quickening of my breathing. But how to tell him without drawing attention?
A half-baked plan forms while the pit in my stomach drops even further. A low, lingering fear that has nothing to do with the men, the guns, this bar, and everything to do with what my mom is, and what I’m hell-bent on never becoming.
It’s not a big deal, Franki.
I’ve never used my body as an advantage or a weapon. Never used a peek of cleavage or a flash of leg for money or even to get out of a speeding ticket. It’s a slippery slope, one I’m not willing to tread. But can I do it to save a life…possibly my own?
I buck up, plant what I hope is a sexy smile on my face, and snuggl
