Rags pursed his lips. “Molly, you better watch what you’re doing or you’ll give a guy the wrong idea.”
Her eyes widened. “What do you mean?”
“You know. I don’t want you dealing with some asshole who takes it wrong.”
She smiled faintly. “What if I want to live a little like the women who hang out at your club?”
“Don’t even think it. If Throttle or I ever catch you there, we’ll toss your ass out fast. You’re a nice girl—stay that way.”
A frown creased her forehead. “You sound like my dad.”
“Smart man.” Rags smiled. “Now finish the orders I gave you this morning.”
Glumly, she swiveled her chair toward the computer. “They’ll be done in an hour.”
“That’s what I wanna hear.”
Rags walked down the hall and stepped into the back office. Throttle sat hunched over the computer, cussing under his breath.
“Hey,” Rags said, dropping into one of the leather chairs.
Throttle looked up. “Hey. Did you get us squared with John?”
“Yeah. What’s up?”
“Trying to figure out this damn software. It’s pissing me off.”
“Have Hawk show you. He knows this shit.”
“I wanna figure it out myself.” Throttle jabbed a key. The screen went black. “Fuck!” He shoved the chair back. “This blows.” He looked up, catching Rags’s expression. “What the hell’s wrong with you?”
“Molly’s wading into dark waters,” Rags said.
“She’s been like that since we hired her. She’s more show than action. She’d jump outta her skin if we invited her to a club party.” Throttle laughed. “Is that why you’re looking weird?”
“No. When I left John’s, I ran into Julie.” Rags exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.
“Fuck. How was it?”
“Strange… okay… hell, I don’t know.” He raked a hand through his hair. “She wanted to get together for a drink or something.”
“Did you shut that down?”
Rags nodded. “Yeah.”
Throttle leaned forward. “Then what’s the problem?”
Rags’s head snapped up. “I didn’t say there was one. It’s just that her mom’s not in a good way.”
“That sucks. I always liked Glenda.”
“Me too.” Rags stood. “How many orders we got for Christmas lights?”
“Too damn many. Pedro and Willy will be on overtime ’til we’re caught up.”
“They must be stoked.” Rags stretched. “If you don’t need me, I’m taking off.”
Throttle shut the laptop. “I’m done with this shit. I’ll see if Hawk can go over this program with me tomorrow.”