Looking For Trouble by Becky McGraw Page B

go,
but Beau ran after her now.
     
    He saw Beau catch her right before she
slammed the van door in his face, and he opened the door and leaned
inside to talk to her. Wade didn't know what he was saying, but it
didn't look like it was having much of an effect on the Latina
hellion. She was waving her hands around and yelling, then she
stopped and evidently tried to crank the van, because it made a few
loud popping sounds, then he saw smoke coming out from under the
hood.
     
    Beau pulled her out of the van then yelled,
"Someone get a fire extinguisher, quick!" then he leaned in and
popped the hood latch, before running around the front to open it.
When he raised the hood, flames shot out and he leaned back and
shielded his face from the heat.
     
    Jazzie ran inside the tent, and came back
out with one of the caterers a minute later, who had a fire
extinguisher and immediately squeezed the trigger and blasted the
engine with white dust. The slight breeze blew it back all over
them, and when the flames were finally extinguished, Jazzie's black
hair and olive skin were white, and she let out a wail that could
be heard all over the pasture, then stomped her feet. The other
band members who'd been inside came running out and stopped short
when they saw the disaster their van was now.
     
    Wade stopped rubbing his calf, and hobbled
over to the van to inspect the damage to the van, but stopped short
when Jazzie turned on him. Her fists were clenched at her sides,
and she pointed to him, then hissed, "This is all your damned fault! You better figure out how to get me to the that
hospital to get Jess, right now !"
     
    Beau put his hand on her shoulder, but she
shook it off and stomped over to Wade, and he took a step back,
because he didn't want round two with her, that was for sure.
"That's right, buddy--you better be scared," she said with some
neck action, then added, "If my friend is hurt, I really am going to kick your ass, and I have five big ass brothers who will
help me!"
     
    "If you'd stop being so dramatic, and calm
down, I'll take you to the hospital," Wade told her trying to be
calm, hoping that would defuse her.
     
    "Damned right you will," she grated then
stomped past him toward his truck.
     
    He heard Beau snort behind him, and looked
back at the grinning fool then gave him a heated look. Following
Jazzie to his truck, Wade opened the door for her, before he went
around and got in.
     
    Without a word, he cranked the truck and put
it in drive, then glanced over at the furious woman on the other
side of the truck. He wanted to laugh, because she looked so
ridiculous with her arms folded under her breasts, her top half
coated in the white fire extinguisher dust, which made her angry
black eyes, and her red lips stand out like beacons in her pale
face. Jazzie looked like one of those mimes he'd seen in New
Orleans when the rodeo held a competition there, but Wade wasn't
taking his life in his hands by laughing right now, because he had
a feeling she really would kill him.
     
    Shaking his head, Wade hit the gas, and
headed back to Henrietta for the second time tonight. This time
though, he really wanted to be there...he was going to meet his
daughter tonight, and he was going to get some answers from Jess
Sparks. Like how the hell he could have a daughter, when
he'd used condoms every time they'd had sex that night.
     
    Not one word did the angry woman in the
truck with him say, during the thirty minute drive back to the
hospital. She just sat there with her arms folded, her legs crossed
shaking her foot in agitation. Wade swallowed down the added layer
of guilt that just flopped down on the humble pie he was building
inside of him, when he pulled up under the canopy in front of the
emergency department, and saw Jess sitting there slumped in a
wheelchair sleeping, with a bright green cast on her leg.
     
    Jazzie sobbed then opened the door, before
the truck even stopped and slid to the ground, then ran to her
friend