Fun in the Sun
“Hey, I thought I told you not to call me here?” Eva whispered.
“Sorry, you have so many phone numbers—I get confused,” Leigh said.
“It’s okay. It’s good to hear your voice. How are you?”
“Okay, I guess.”
Leigh took one last drag of her vape before tucking it beside a potted plant. Guero knew about her little habit, but she couldn’t seem to shake it. It was one of the few things, besides Guero himself, that calmed her down.
That and speaking to her old partner in crime. Eva had shared in Leigh’s adventure several years before, when they attempted to outsmart a cartel and won—sort of.
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After returning from their adventure, Eva married, of all things, a police officer. She lived with him and Peña, their Chihuahua, just outside of Tucson.
“What’s wrong?” Eva asked, her earlier annoyance turning into interest.
“Oh, you know, things have changed.”
“Changed how? Wait, do I want to know this?”
“You probably don’t want to know,” Leigh replied, smiling to herself.
She lapsed into silence, imagining Eva in her desert home, pacing the tiled floors in a maxi dress—hair pulled up in a messy bun.
“But seriously, if you ever need anything. Chad’s moving up in the department.”
“Ugh, I can’t believe you married a Chad, remember that bro we couldn’t stand at the Zeta frat? He was a Chad.”
“Well, this one isn’t anything like him, you cunt,” Eva answered back. “He’s the real deal. Just like you and what’s-his-face.”
“Oh, you got back at me,” Leigh said, as they shared a laugh.
Letting the conversation lapse into a comfortable silence, she paused, wondering how much to confide in her friend.
“I’ve been thinking about Gia lately.”
Leigh took a breath, waiting for Eva’s response.
“I haven’t thought of that bitch since we handed her over in the desert.”
“I even asked Guero what happened to her,” Leigh continued.
She shifted forward; her breasts were hurting again. The dull ache was driving her crazy—maybe she should see someone.
“Seriously? I hope her death was long and painful,” Eva said.
Though it had been years since Gia wreaked havoc on her so-called frenemies, it was clear Eva had not forgotten.
Leigh took up the vape from its hiding spot, watching as tourists from the hotel made their way to the beach, towels and bottles of water in hand. She took a drag.
“Apparently, they sold her to smooth things over with a rival. Guero doesn’t know where she is.”
“Remember—I said a long and painful death. We’re good on both fronts.”
“Still, don’t you wonder?” Leigh asked, her eyes focusing on a familiar black Mercedes as it pulled into its usual spot.
“No, I don’t—ever. That bitch can rot in hell.”
“On that front, we agree. Okay, miss you, come visit soon.”
“Yeah, Chad doesn’t want me going to Mexico.”
“Just tell him you’ve got friends in—” Leigh stalled, feeling her heart sink.
There weren’t in a high place—not anymore. They were just a bunch of hired thugs. She glanced through the patio door, watching as Guero entered their suite.
“Okay, I gotta go. See ya.”
“Bye!”
Leigh turned off the phone, waiting for Guero to conduct his usual routine before joining her.
Every time he came home from a particularly intense meeting, he took a shower. Leigh used to tease him mercilessly about it. But then she realized it was his way of re-entering his world—the one with her in it.
She didn’t have to wait long. After a few minutes, he joined her on the patio. Offering a broad smile, he sat down next to her, pulling her towards him.
“Who were you talking to?” he asked.
“Paranoid, much?”
“I am older than you,” he said, toying with a lock of hair that had fallen from her high ponytail. “Say you leave me for a younger guy.”
“I’m pretty sure you’ve got that reversed,” Leigh said, pulling him to her and kissing him firmly. She meant for a brief interlude, but with Guero, one never knew what would ignite him. He held her for a moment, his hand snaking around her waist. Leigh felt her breath catch as he released her.
“How did the meeting with Cavanaugh go?” she asked.
“Fine.”
“The fuck does that mean, fine?”
“Just let me handle it,” he offered, running his finger to the elastic of her shorts.
Leigh felt an irrational flash of anger.
“Great job you’re doing at that—I’m the one doing the dirty work. I have a right to know.” As soon as the words left her mouth, Leigh gasped, stunned by her outburst. She usually didn’t go off on Guero like this. Instead of responding, he appeared amused at her reaction.
“We’ve been over this,” he began slowly. “I’d get recognized. It’s hard enough to arrange the drop-offs. We’re lucky we haven’t been caught yet.”
“I know—I’m sorry, I don’t know where that came from.” Leigh felt her body flush. “I’m just . . . annoyed with how things have been going.”
“One path was leading us toward certain destruction,” Guero said.
Leigh didn’t want to pick up the old argument, but it sat there, waiting for her. She took a breath.
“You were practically legit,” she began. “You were the owner of this place, raking in the cash. Now we work for some douchebag from D.C.”
She felt her temper flare, searing heat from her outburst flooding her system. Where the hell was this coming from? Luckily, Guero ignored her anger, running his finger along her waistband, seemingly lost in thought.
“I don’t disagree. I’m just as frustrated—I assure you,” Guero insisted, careful not to meet her eyes.
Leigh felt her stomach twist.
“There is something else,” she said, attempting to hold his gaze. “You can’t hide it from me, I know you too well.”
“Leigh,” he began, his lips pressing together.
She stared at him, that shock of blonde hair, the deeply tanned skin set off by melting brown eyes. Was he trying to distract her? Leigh knew their attraction was intense, but every time she looked at him, she wanted him.
Did he feel the same? He certainly knew the effect of his presence on her. Even now, as he began toying with the elastic of her waistband, she felt a pounding in her clit.
“You owe it to us both—tell me,” she implored, gripping his shoulder. “We’re in this together.”
He took her hand in his, squeezing it gently.
“It’s about my meeting with Rubén.”
“What happened?” Leigh asked, her heart pounding.
“We were commiserating about Cavanaugh.”
Leigh held herself still, the sound of birds growing louder, the roaring of the ocean in the background.
Rubén worked for Cavanaugh as well?
“That’s impossible,” Leigh began, confused.
How long had this been going on, and more importantly, why hadn’t Guero thought to mention it earlier? Leigh felt another flash of frustration as Guero ran his fingers along her waistline.
“Cavanaugh must have had something serious on Rubén to get him to turn,” he said, not meeting her eyes.
“Did he tell you what it was?” she asked, before shaking her head. “Never mind, I bet you didn’t ask.”
Leigh sat still, stomach still in knots. Guero turned back to her shorts, tugging them down to the curve of her ass. Leigh felt his movements, the flood of warmth in her body as he pulled on the fabric.