CHAPTER 57: Jethro
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Jethro stood near the bar with Indy at the Howling Hut, nursing a beer. He had to keep his wits about him. The plan was for him and Trinity to accidentally bump into each other and to have a fight. That wouldn’t be too difficult to fake since he wanted to shake some sense into her every time he saw her.
“Showtime,” whispered Indy as he nudged Jethro.
His gaze drifted to the door as the female he both hated and wanted more than anyone else glided into the bar, her arm looped with Sassy’s. Trinity looked good, really good. Her hair hung loose, tumbling over her shoulders in a cascade of reds and browns. Her eyes sparkled with laughter, until they landed on him. For a moment a flare of apprehension and then distaste took over her face.
He nodded and tossed bac
