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The bag with the porn magazines was swept away and disappeared faster than I could blink.
He then nabbed the white bakery bag, opened it, and we all, including Mr. Stupidhead, let out a collective “Ahhhhhh,” when the birthday cake goodness smell wafted out of it.
It was at this juncture a miracle happened.
Mr. Stupidhead lifted his head from staring in the bag, and there was a look of sheer wonder on his face.
I could feel us all come alert, because this was so far from the way Mr. Stupidhead behaved normally, it took us off guard.
“You brought me cupcakes?” he asked.
And was I seeing things?
Did he have tears in his eyes?
Everyone looked my way because I hadn’t shared I was going to do that.
“Uh, yeah,” I confirmed what didn’t need confirmation since we could all smell them and he’d just looked at them.
“I haven’t—” He stopped abruptly and swallowed, before he carefully rolled the top of the paper bag back up, reverently set it under the counter, and asked, “What do you women need to know?”
We were so stunned by his open cooperation, no one moved or spoke.
“Well?” he pushed.
“We’re actually here to talk to Jinx. We’re just hanging with you to kill time while we wait for her to be done,” Raye told him.
“You got some time to wait,” Mr. Stupidhead replied. “She’s with her special regular.”
After that, he wagged his scraggly brows.
But we were confused.
“Her special regular?” Jessie asked.
“The accountant,” Mr. Stupidhead said.
“BMW Accountant?” Luna queried.
Mr. Stupidhead nodded. “One and the same. For months, they’re here two, three nights a week. They take their time. He brings her shit. Tonight, it was flowers.”
Holy shmoly!
Flowers?
I looked to Jess, Luna and Raye.
They were looking toward me and each other.
Because this was huge!
If it was who we were thinking, a man we’d seen leave in a BMW after a session with Jinx, he was good looking (and Jinx said he had a rather large member).
Wow!
Yay!
“What’s going on?” Willow asked.