Chapter Seven
Cash
With a woman hanging on my shoulder who looked a hell of a lot like the one who’d stolen my attention since I first laid eyes on her, I wondered why she wore so damn much makeup. “You know you could do without all that goop on your face, right?”
“Goop?” Her dark blonde brows arched as she looked at Bobbi Jo. “So this is him?”
“Who?” I asked as I looked back at the woman who hung all over me even though she’d come in with a man. A man who stood perfectly still, staring a hole in me.
Bobbi Jo just shook her head. “No. Would you mind getting off my customer, Betty Sue?”
“Betty Sue?” I asked. “Are you two twins?”
“What tipped you off?” the woman I now knew was named Betty Sue asked me with a grin.
“I’m a little tipsy, but I ain’t drunk. I can see the similarities.” I
