Chapter 9
Scooter was no stranger to Goldilocks syndrome. He’d woken up with sore thighs and a feeling of who’s been sleeping in my bed more than once. It had been a long while—he’d given a lot of that up after his stint in jail—but it wasn’t entirely unfamiliar.
What was unfamiliar was waking up with his head resting against a small but shapely and extremely well-waxed thigh. He blinked a few times, trying to figure out where the hell he was and realized he was staring up a girl’s leg.
A girl who wasn’t wearing the sequined clubbing outfit she’d been wearing the last time he’d seen her. At least she was wearing some clothes, even if it was a pink pair of short shorts and a tank top. Roni’s makeup was smeared across her face, giving her the appearance of a raccoon, and she had a matchin
