Cuffs and Kisses

Chapter 19 - Buyer Beware

Heather

Kayne picked me up from my house before the football game. I changed from my street fair outfit to a pink, crushed velvet cropped camisole, a black corduroy mini skirt, and black heeled ankle boots. I packed my bag with my toothbrush, a small tube of toothpaste, cash for concessions, and my camera for yearbook.

We ride in silence on the way. I still feel some awkwardness from his sudden appearance on my date today. I know Kayne would never do it, but I can't help feeling like he must have had some spy gear.

We took our seats at the top of the bleachers, away from prying ears. Kayne wanted to talk about work for a little bit with respect to the party later.

"We need to gain information tonight, not just have a good time. I have some money. If you could talk to Fletcher about his dealer friends, we could try and score. Then we will know at least one dealer and what they are selling," Kayne tells me, then asks, "Did Fletcher give you any hint as to who might be dealing?"

I shake my head and say, "I didn't ask him. I can ask him later at the party, though. Maybe he can point out someone who might be dealing."

"Here, take the money then," Kayne hands me a roll of twenties.

"Can I keep the change?" I stuff the money into my clutch.

"Ha. Ha."

"Kind of makes me wonder who the dealer really is," I say, taking a jab at him.

"Are you done?" Kayne looks annoyed at my jokes.

"I mean, honestly you're the last one anyone would suspect, being the cop and all," I say matter-of-factly. Kayne just responds with a look warning me to stop.

"So here's the plan. We go in and we scout out the dealers if possible. I'm going to need you to be talking to people while trying to get info on the dealers. We can't be having fun and drinking and laughing and everything."

"We have to blend in, Kayne," I say. "I can't believe you haven't figured that out yet after two months undercover."

"I get that, but it's irresponsible for me to drink."

"I know," I say. "That's why I packed you a screwdriver, you virgin." Kayne's eyebrows raise and his eyes are filled with alarm. "I left it in the car in my coffee cup. It's just orange juice. But, if anyone asks, it's a screwdriver."

"Got it. Thanks a lot." Kayne's face calms and his body visibly relaxes.

"But, I should warn you that I don't plan to be a virgin tonight." Kayne stiffens and jerks his head around to me.

"What?" He objects.

"I just mean I'll be drinking a lot tonight. It's been a long couple of weeks for me."

"But the virgin part just means you're going to be drinking, right?" Kayne asks warily.

It's my turn to raise my eyebrows at him. "What are you insinuating?"

There's hesitation in Kayne's grimace. "Sex, obviously."

"I'm not having sex with anyone tonight. I'm glad you're so concerned about my virtue, though it's long gone." I reply. "My first time was with Ryder. What was your first time like?"

Kayne turns back to the football game and ignores my question. I gasp as the realization sets in.

"Kayne Kennedy, are you a virgin?" I ask, astonished.

"Ugh, why do you have to say it that way? You don't need to use my full name," he says, drudgingly.

"So it's true? Damn, I would have never guessed."