Barker“What’s your plan?” I ask as I talk into the phone over the noise on the other end. Ainsley sure picked the worst time to pull off this job.
“I go in. I sit at the bar. And I order a damn drink. I figure I’m going to need one,” she answers, carefully.
“And you’re just going to act like nothing happened?”
Ainsley corrects me, “Nothing did happen. I was short on funds, so I went out to town in hopes of grabbing a few extra bucks for some food after you dropped me off back at the hotel. I had zero idea that those guys were on the hunt for me.”
I know this excuse will probably work for a few of the slower guys in the club. Hell, it may work for me if I wasn’t deep in the situation, but she sure wasn’t going to pull this over on Biggs. My gut told me that I was about to let my woman w
