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What for? It gets really cold there. Besides, Im an American, darlin. Born and bred. Just like my daddy and my granddaddy before him. Everything I need is right here in the U-S-of-A.
He stood right next to her now, but not close enough to have her backing away. Good. He understood personal space. That seemed to be a problem the hillbilly hadnt quite grasped yet.
So, this is your party?
Yup. Its the only way I can get money out of these rich snots.
Money for what?
Poor families from where I used to live. Up in the holler, not far from here.
Dear God, Im near a holler.
You havent always had money?
Oh, heck no. Lived up in the holler until I turned seventeen. Then my daddy made me join the army.
Based on his age now that meant only one thing. Vietnam?
Yup. Worst nightmare of my life, too. But it made me a man. When I got back, I put myself through school and got into computers real early on.
And now youre here.
Now Im here.
I like that story. Thats a good story.
He took a sip of his scotch. So what exactly is a full-human doing here anyhow?
Got kidnapped by hillbillies.
Did ya now?
Yup. Its a long sordid tale that Im not sure Im in the mood to discuss right now.
You dont need me to rescue you or nothing, do ya?
Angie smiled and shook her head, No. I can handle them fine.
Which ones are they?
Angie glanced over her shoulder and nodded in Niks direction. He stood with his two brothers, a throng of gorgeous women surrounding them. Not that she blamed the females. All three men were gorgeous, but Nik outshone them all. He must have personal contacts with all the great designers. She didnt know Armani, Gucci, and all the rest made clothes big enough to fit a man his size. And fit them they did. He didnt wear a tux like some of the other men. Instead he wore black shoes, black slacks, and a black silk Tee. He threw a black leather mid-length jacket on over that and, if she were the drooling kind
Them.
Ah. I see. His face suddenly went stern. They are bein nice to you?
They bring me elk and deer.
His big grin returned. He had to be the happiest man shed ever met. The woo-in! They must like you.
So it would seem.
Not that I blame em. Youre a charmin girl.
As are you.
Yes, I am a charminggirl.
Angie snorted and went back to her martini. She liked this hick. He made her laugh.
So, you interested in any of em?
No.
Why not? Is it cause you think theyre hillbillies?
They are hillbillies. And I dont want to talk about it.
Why are you women so difficult?
Were not difficult. We just dont take shit anymore.
Boris looked at the current object of his lust. She sure dont. Thats one of the things I love about her. Shed rip your throat out as soon as look at ya.
Thats lovely, Boris. You should have that printed on a greeting card.
She felt Nik behind her even before she saw his big hands braced against the bar on either side of her body. Why the hell did he insist on doing that?
Back off, country.
Dont worry. Im not touchin ya.
No. But youre invading my personal space.
Of course I am. Its as big as Montana, so I really dont have room to go anywhere else.
She glared at him over her shoulder, but he was staring at Boris. The two men watched each other for several long seconds.
What did you do, Nik finally demanded.
Angie immediately jumped to Boris defense. Hey, hey, hey! He didnt do anything. She turned in the circle of his arms, careful not to touch him. He was being a perfect gentlemen. So back the fuck off.
Im not talkin about you. He raised an eyebrow at Boris. I mean what did you do to Momma?
Boris shrugged, Nothin I havent done a thousand times before.
Youre disgusting.
Boris became deadly serious, Im also your father. So watch how you talk to me, boy.
Angie ducked under Niks arms and stepped between the two men. She put her hand on Boris chest. Calm down.
Sometimes my boy forgets his place.
My place?
Oh, man. This was getting bad. She never argued with her parents. There had never been a point. Of course, that also meant when they left again, shed find someone to physically harm. Usually at the playground or the local diner.
But she was having a wonderful time so far and didnt want it ruined by Niks bullshit.
With one hand on Boris chest and one on Niks, she stood between the two men. Gentleman. The last thing you want to do is piss me the fuck off. So why doesnt everybody settle the fuck down. And try and enjoy this goddamn evening.
He stood right next to her now, but not close enough to have her backing away. Good. He understood personal space. That seemed to be a problem the hillbilly hadnt quite grasped yet.
So, this is your party?
Yup. Its the only way I can get money out of these rich snots.
Money for what?
Poor families from where I used to live. Up in the holler, not far from here.
Dear God, Im near a holler.
You havent always had money?
Oh, heck no. Lived up in the holler until I turned seventeen. Then my daddy made me join the army.
Based on his age now that meant only one thing. Vietnam?
Yup. Worst nightmare of my life, too. But it made me a man. When I got back, I put myself through school and got into computers real early on.
And now youre here.
Now Im here.
I like that story. Thats a good story.
He took a sip of his scotch. So what exactly is a full-human doing here anyhow?
Got kidnapped by hillbillies.
Did ya now?
Yup. Its a long sordid tale that Im not sure Im in the mood to discuss right now.
You dont need me to rescue you or nothing, do ya?
Angie smiled and shook her head, No. I can handle them fine.
Which ones are they?
Angie glanced over her shoulder and nodded in Niks direction. He stood with his two brothers, a throng of gorgeous women surrounding them. Not that she blamed the females. All three men were gorgeous, but Nik outshone them all. He must have personal contacts with all the great designers. She didnt know Armani, Gucci, and all the rest made clothes big enough to fit a man his size. And fit them they did. He didnt wear a tux like some of the other men. Instead he wore black shoes, black slacks, and a black silk Tee. He threw a black leather mid-length jacket on over that and, if she were the drooling kind
Them.
Ah. I see. His face suddenly went stern. They are bein nice to you?
They bring me elk and deer.
His big grin returned. He had to be the happiest man shed ever met. The woo-in! They must like you.
So it would seem.
Not that I blame em. Youre a charmin girl.
As are you.
Yes, I am a charminggirl.
Angie snorted and went back to her martini. She liked this hick. He made her laugh.
So, you interested in any of em?
No.
Why not? Is it cause you think theyre hillbillies?
They are hillbillies. And I dont want to talk about it.
Why are you women so difficult?
Were not difficult. We just dont take shit anymore.
Boris looked at the current object of his lust. She sure dont. Thats one of the things I love about her. Shed rip your throat out as soon as look at ya.
Thats lovely, Boris. You should have that printed on a greeting card.
She felt Nik behind her even before she saw his big hands braced against the bar on either side of her body. Why the hell did he insist on doing that?
Back off, country.
Dont worry. Im not touchin ya.
No. But youre invading my personal space.
Of course I am. Its as big as Montana, so I really dont have room to go anywhere else.
She glared at him over her shoulder, but he was staring at Boris. The two men watched each other for several long seconds.
What did you do, Nik finally demanded.
Angie immediately jumped to Boris defense. Hey, hey, hey! He didnt do anything. She turned in the circle of his arms, careful not to touch him. He was being a perfect gentlemen. So back the fuck off.
Im not talkin about you. He raised an eyebrow at Boris. I mean what did you do to Momma?
Boris shrugged, Nothin I havent done a thousand times before.
Youre disgusting.
Boris became deadly serious, Im also your father. So watch how you talk to me, boy.
Angie ducked under Niks arms and stepped between the two men. She put her hand on Boris chest. Calm down.
Sometimes my boy forgets his place.
My place?
Oh, man. This was getting bad. She never argued with her parents. There had never been a point. Of course, that also meant when they left again, shed find someone to physically harm. Usually at the playground or the local diner.
But she was having a wonderful time so far and didnt want it ruined by Niks bullshit.
With one hand on Boris chest and one on Niks, she stood between the two men. Gentleman. The last thing you want to do is piss me the fuck off. So why doesnt everybody settle the fuck down. And try and enjoy this goddamn evening.
