Believe: The Complete Channie Series (78 page)

Josh
spent another restless night trying to sleep in the back of his car. Hunter banged on the rear window a little before sunrise. Josh used the remote on his key to roll it down. Hunter grinned and tossed him a three-inch thick roll of bills bound with a rubber band.  “That there’s over nine hundred dollars.”

Josh whistled as he thumbed through the money. “You made all this? In one night?”

“I made a whole lot more’n that, but I done bought myself a new cellular telly-phone.” His eyes lit up as he patted his right front pocket.

Josh wasn’t surprised the first thing he bought was a new phone.

“Plus, I had to pay the club for the privilege of dancing on their stage.”

“How was it?”

“At first I was sort of embarrassed when the women started shoving money in my pants, but I got used to it right quick.” Hunter ground his hips and grinned.

Josh dropped the money and wiped his hands on his jeans.

“Move over, city-boy and let me in. I’m plum wore out.”

“I’ll bet.” Josh scooted to the side so Hunter could crawl in through the window. “It’s too hot to sleep in the car during the day without a cooling spell. Are you too tired to cast one?”

Hunter picked up the wad of cash and grinned. “Let’s go get us a room somewheres with air conditioning. And this time it’s
my
treat.”

It took another three days for Josh to figure out the reason no one would hire him was because his own magic was working against him. It didn’t matter how good he was at faking enthusiasm during an interview. As long as his “wish fulfillment” magic was in effect he wasn’t going to land a minimum wage, mind-numbing, dead-end job he didn’t want. He really needed to figure this magic stuff out.

He waltzed into the next bike shop he saw and inhaled the familiar scent of metal, rubber and grease. The only other person in the shop was sitting behind the counter, reading a magazine.

Josh put his palms on the counter and leaned in to read the name tag on the guy’s shirt. “Good morning, Sean. Who do I talk to about applying for a job.”

Sean licked his thumb and turned a page. “We’re not hiring.” He didn’t even bother to look up.

“I’d like to talk to the manager.”

The kid sighed and closed his magazine then tossed it onto the counter. “You already are.”

Josh frowned when he saw a photo of his face in the lower left corner on the cover. “Rising star falls to new low.”

Sean squinted at him then blinked and widened his eyes. “Whoa. You’re Joshua the Jet!”

“Not anymore. Now about that job …”

Josh
didn’t make a tenth of the money Hunter did, but he still had his self-respect — for the most part. Hunter insisted on paying rent so they could live in a two-bedroom, furnished apartment with a swimming pool. Josh paid for groceries and gas and let Hunter drive his car to work since they were on different schedules. It didn’t take long to figure out he’d never make enough money to support Channie, even after he took on a second job at Discount Tire. Once they left Las Vegas, she’d have to work too. They’d both be locked into dead end jobs. It wasn’t the kind of life he’d promised Channie when he married her.

Hunter did his best to convince Josh to give exotic dancing a try, but there was no way in hell Josh would ever degrade himself by working as a stripper. It was bad enough just sharing an apartment with one. Josh insisted Hunter do all his “practicing” in his own room, with the door shut, but knowing what he was doing in there made his skin crawl.

Josh was just starting to accept Hunter’s career choice when he came home between jobs to change uniforms and found Hunter — wearing nothing but his stripper’s thong — shaving his legs in the bathroom sink.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You gonna shave your pits too?”

Hunter lifted his arms above his head. “Already did.”

“That’s it. You need to hand over your man card right now.”

“All the guys at the club shave their bodies.”

“And how many of them are gay?”

A red flush bloomed outward from Hunter’s chest, splotching his neck and face. “That ain’t got nothing to do with it.”

Josh felt a twinge of shame for his homophobic remark, but he couldn’t help it if standing in the bathroom with Hunter’s nearly naked body creeped him out. And catching him in the act of shaving his legs like a girl only added to the weirdness. “You’re right. I’m sorry. A couple of the guys at Discount Tire are openly gay but they don’t shave anything other than their faces.” Josh stripped out of his red coveralls and turned the hot water on in the shower.

“How do you know? You checking ‘em out?”

Josh groaned. He’d stepped right into that one. “All I’m saying is it’s weird for a guy — whether he’s gay, straight or bi — to shave his legs and armpits.”

“Oh yeah, well how many of them hairy boys at Discount Tire make over a thousand dollars a night?”

“Some things are more important than money. Like being able to look at the man in the mirror without wanting to puke.”

Hunter flexed his muscles as he twisted and posed in front of the mirror. “Just so happens, I like what I see.”

Josh popped Hunter’s butt with a towel. “Cut that out, perv.”

Hunter laced his fingers behind his head and did a disgusting bump and grind move. “The ladies like it, too.”

Josh closed his eyes and shuddered. He knew Hunter was just trying to annoy him so he refused to take the bait. “There’s only one lady I care about and I don’t think she’d approve.”

“Channie don’t have to know. You hardly ever see her. Six months of dancing and you’d be able to take her to California, or anywhere you wanted.”

“And then what? That may seem like lots of money right now, but it won’t last forever.” Josh had only seen Channie twice since they’d arrived two weeks ago. And that was from a distance.

Since her parents lived so close to the casinos, no one had any idea when they might show up. They didn’t have a regular schedule so Channie couldn’t just sneak out whenever Diego and Abby went to bed. And her dad was still too pissed off at Hunter to let him anywhere near Channie.

Josh needed to make more money so they could leave, but he was determined to do it without taking his clothes off. “I’d rather spend the rest of my life as a grease monkey, or a wrench, than one night as a stripper.”

“I ain’t no stripper. I’m an exotic male dancer. And what’s a wrench?”

“Bike shop mechanic.” Josh adjusted the water in the shower then peeled his greasy t-shirt off over his head. The coveralls helped, but the black grit from the tire store permeated everything, including his skin. “How much longer are you going to be in here? I need to get cleaned up and I’m not stripping down in front of a stripper.”

Hunter tossed the plastic razor in the trash then wiped the shaving cream off his legs with a towel. “I talked to Channie this morning. Diego let her borrow his phone after her folks took off for the Casinos.”

Josh’s heart skipped a beat. “Is she okay?” He knew the only reason she’d called Hunter instead of him was to keep Diego from finding Josh’s number on his phone, but he couldn’t keep a little jealousy from seeping into his energy field.

Hunter smirked, but didn’t rub it in. “She was disappointed that you’d already left for work, but other than that, she’s fine. She said to tell you ‘hi,’ and that she loves you. She also told me to give you a big hug for her.” Hunter spread his arms and smirked as he took a step towards Josh. He was obviously still trying to provoke him.

Josh put a hand on Hunter’s chest and stiff-armed him. “What else did she say?”

“Oh, nothing much. Something about needing to strengthen some bond …”

Josh bit his lip to keep from groaning out loud. He missed Channie so much it hurt.

Hunter’s grin widened. “I got the night off from work tomorrow. I thought I might bring her over here for a couple of hours. Is that okay?”

“Are you kidding me?” Josh’s heart thundered in his chest.

“There’s just one catch.”

“What?”

“We have to bring the trips. Channie’s Daddy still don’t trust me and insisted we have a chaperone. He wanted Abby to come, but she convinced him the boys would keep us too busy to get into trouble.”

Josh loved Channie’s nephews but they weren’t supposed to know he was here. Especially not Savvy. That kid was too smart for his own good. “How’s that gonna work?”

“Me and Channie got it all figured out. I’m gonna take ‘em swimming in the pool and Channie’s gonna come on up to the apartment and cook supper. That’ll give you two love birds a couple of hours all to yourselves.”

“That’s awesome!” Josh almost hugged Hunter in his enthusiasm, but caught himself just in time and punched his shoulder instead.

The
next afternoon, Josh had a hard time focusing on work. It was a good thing he was at the bike shop instead of Discount Tire. He could tune a bike in his sleep.

Sean said, “Got a hot date tonight, Abrim?”

“Huh?”

“You’re looking at the clock more often than that Viper you’re working on.”

He fought the urge to roll his eyes and shifted his gaze to his hands. “I’ll be done in five minutes. What’s next?”

“That’s it for today. Go on, get outta here.” He reached for the wrench in Josh’s hand and nudged him away from the bike stand. “But you better be ready to work when you come back tomorrow. No more slacking.”

Josh tuned and repaired twice as many bikes as Sean on a daily basis, but he needed the job so he just nodded. “Thanks.”

He parked three blocks away from the apartment complex so the trips wouldn’t see his car with the Colorado plates. Zeal and Courage probably wouldn’t notice, but Savvy sure as hell would. Josh’s heart pounded as if this were his first date. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and scowled when he noticed the grease imbedded in the creases of his knuckles and under his nails. No matter how hard he scrubbed, he could never get all the grime off. He ducked between a couple of commercial trash bins and cast a cleansing spell on himself.
Awesome!

Hunter was already laying out by the pool when Josh arrived. He snuck through the gate, picked a plastic cup out of the trash and dipped it into the water then dumped it on Hunter’s head. He jumped to his feet spluttering and swearing. “What the hell? Why’d you go and do that for?”

Josh laughed and pointed at Hunter’s black speedo. “Anyone wearing a banana hammock is asking for it.”

Hunter wiped his face with his towel. “Just so happens, Ms. Jennifer likes it. In fact, she bought it for me.”

“I’m afraid to ask, but who’s Ms. Jennifer?”

“My new girlfriend.”

“If she’s your girlfriend, why do you call her ‘
Ms
. Jennifer?’”

Hunter shrugged and grinned.

“How old is she?”

“I don’t know. And I don’t care. She’s real nice to me.” Hunter pulled an iPhone out from under the towel he’d been lying on. “Look what she gave me after work last night.”

“Uh-huh. And what, exactly, is Ms. Jennifer getting out of this?”

Hunter’s grin spread across his face until it seemed as if it would split in half. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Actually, no. I’d rather not hear the details. Just be careful, Hunter. Sometimes these cougars have jealous husbands.”