Sorry for the wait! I've been laid up with some serious sciatic pain, and trying to mentally prepare myself for Furious 7. This chapter is extra long because I have no clue how to write without being extremely detailed. Next chapter things will heat up, so please read and review!
"Let's talk," Leon tucked his expensive sunglasses on and led Letty out the diner. She pulled a smoke from her purse as she followed him to her Camaro. For the first time, Letty noticed Leon had a distinct limp, and wondered if it was a temporary injury.
"That was quick. Everything okay?" Brooke asked while standing from the car.
"We don't know yet," Leon smiled, holding out his hand to her, "Leon Diaz, old and hopefully still current friend of Letty's."
"Brooke Jackson. Been stuck with her nearly a year," she smiled politely while shaking his hand.
"What're you driving now?" Letty had to ask as she scoured the lot, puffing away at her cigarette. Leon took in her actions, surprised by the new habit. Letty was never a cigarette smoker.
"That," he pointed to a tricked-out yellow 2014 Nissan 370z Nismo parked a few spots over.
"Holy shit," Letty said, taken aback by the luxurious ride. "Not bad, bro."
"That Camaro isn't exactly a dump truck either," he grinned and used the remote to unlock the door.
"Brooke, head back to the hotel. The address is in the GPS. I'll have him drop me off," Letty suggested, tossing the keys at her friend.
Brooke's face grew uneasy, "Are you sure about this?"
"Yes. Besides, this was your idea anyways. If he kills me, you're responsible," Letty laughed at the heightened worry on Brooke's face as she stubbed out her smoke and slid in the Nissan.
Letty's body melted and she instantly felt at home on the cozy leather seat of the Nissan. Dozens of pictures and a few flashbacks reminded her that she once owned a pretty bad-ass Nissan Silva, and she absently wondered if it was sitting in a junkyard, or on the road somewhere. She made a mental note to try to track it down once she was settled. Letty watched the intriguing scenery of Pasadena roll by out the window, as the cool summer winds licked her hair into the air. For the first time in a long time, Letty actually felt at peace. She wasn't sure why she was so comfortable being alone with Leon, having only known him for less than hour, but being in his company made her feel optimistic, and safe. Something about him made her feel good, so she decided to trust her gut with him.
Besides, she always had that 9mm tucked in her waistband if things went wrong.
She caught him watching her from the corner of his eye, and fidgeted under his watch. She would never be comfortable with people staring at her as if she were some national treasure. That seemed to be the only reaction she received when she interacted with people, and it was the reason she stayed in Nevada for so long. Letty had no acquaintances, friends, or family in Las Vegas. It was the perfect place to start fresh, where no one would recognize her. Or so she thought.
"Just say it man, whatever's eating at your brain," Letty said, turning back out the window.
"I went … I went to your funeral," Leon struggled. Letty saw the pain on his face, and was thankful that his shades hid his heart-breaking green eyes. "I put a California Poppy on your casket as they lowered it. How are you here? Did you fake your death?"
Letty sighed, "Not intentionally. Three years ago, I was in an accident. I was in a coma for a week, woke up with no memory. Amnesia," Leon was so rattled by what he was hearing that he pulled over in a nearby lot. Letty continued, "I was hurt badly, but never died. Cops screwed that one up. I let a man convince me to start new instead of researching the accident, my past. I didn't know I was declared dead until a few months later when I Googled my name. That's when I found a news article on the wreck."
"So you have no memory of life before your accident?" he asked, rattling his mind for clarification. Letty nodded. Leon pulled his sunglasses off, pinching at his scratchy eyes before raking them over this woman again. He now realized why she was so unfamiliar to him; she was a different woman. A new woman.
"That's why I didn't recognize you at the club. When you said my name the other night, it finally occurred to me that you were familiar. I got these flashes in my head, like little snippets of us from before. Luckily for us, Brooke is nosey and horny, so she just had to look you up. Got your name off some old pictures of us. When she showed me an article about your shop, I finally put it all together. I don't remember it all, but I remember you."
This seemed to satisfy Leon, and grateful smile spread across his mouth.
"So this amnesia... is it permanent?"
"The docs sure thought so. Said I'd likely never regain my memory because of the severity of my head injury. But ever since I ran into the Team, more and more comes back to me every day. Some things I'd rather not remember."
Leon visibly tensed up at the mention of the Team, and Letty wanted to explore it.
"Have you seen them lately? Dom and Mia?" she asked. She watched as Leon's jaw clenched and unclenched while his fingers nervously tapped away on the wheel.
"Nah, not since the night of your funeral. It didn't end well. With Dominic, it never does," he spoke flatly and quickly changed the subject. "When did you start smoking? You used to rag on the girls who stood around at school and shared cigarettes," Leon asked with a chuckle once they were back on the road.
Letty laughed with a shrug, "I'm not sure. I just kinda picked it up in the UK a few years ago. I've been quitting for about six months now," she snorted, "You see how well that's going."
"What the hell were you doing in the UK? And Vegas, for that matter?"
"Working. Surviving," she said shortly.
"There's a lot you're not telling me, isn't there?"
"That's the point of this drive, right?" Letty turned back out the window, noticing that they had made their way to the more high-class part of Pasadena. The houses were bigger, the lawns better manicured, and the cars pricier. "Where are we going?"
"My place. Gotta check in with the boss lady," he smiled sweetly.
Letty's interest was peaked, "Are you married? I don't see a ring."
"Divorced, two years now," he said with a smile that she found strange. Like he was happy to be divorced. "But I was referring to Yaslene, my mom. She moved in a few months ago to help out. I ain't really the type of guy to hire a nanny," he said while pulling onto a massive estate. He followed the brick pathway to the front door of an immaculate home. Letty stared up at the gargantuan, stucco home in awe. It looked like something out of a Home Decor magazine, with a neatly-trimmed lawn and beautiful rose garden surrounding the outside foyer.
"Did you file or she?" she asked bluntly, going back to her original question.
A grin spread across his face as he tucked his glasses back on and parked near a massive extended garage.
"I see you still have no fear of asking personal questions," he smirked, "I filed and you'll soon see why. But first I need your piece." Letty gave him a confused look. "I saw it at the restaurant. I'll give it back to you later, but I can't have it in the house. Not with my psycho ex-wife in there."
Letty understood and handed over her gun, though her confidence wasn't as high without it.
Letty followed Leon into the front door of his incredible home, taking in the shiny hardwood floors, pearl-white couches and cute red accents. A nice fireplace added a comforting element to the living space, and a nearby staircase led to the second floor, where a tall woman started down the stairs.
"Leon, what did I tell you about bringing your whores home? That's why you have your bachelor pad in LA," the woman's aggressive tone cut short and she paused when she looked at Letty.
"Excuse me?" Letty cocked a brow at her.
"I'm so sorry, dear," she said as she descended the stairs like some goddess. Letty was certainly taken back by the beautiful blonde with the killer legs. Her tan pencil skirt was tight around her toned thighs, her white blouse exposed her firm triceps and clung to her thin waist, and her high-heels were to die for. She was ripped, Letty noted, but also had a beauty about her that wouldn't go unnoticed. A smile that was warming, but her eyes shined with mischief. "I didn't realize I had royalty in my presence. Queen Letty has risen from her grave."
One thing Letty did not like was her snobby tone.
"Just Letty would be fine," she quipped back.
Leon saw the turn this could take and jumped in, "Letty, this is Kara Milan. My ex-wife and lawyer," Leon introduced with a twinge of annoyance. "Can you cut the shit for a minute while I check on Mom?" Leon left the two alone.
Kara rolled her eyes at him and held out her hand. Letty took it with hesitation, "Letty-"
"Ortiz. Only child to Gloria Ramirez and Pedro Ortiz – both deceased. Grew up in LA your whole life with Leon. What're you.. about thirty-one now? Thirty-two?"
"Do I know you?"
"No, but I feel like I know everything about you. For the past five years he hasn't shut up about the infamous Letty, and the rest of his little high school friends," Kara's face was smiling and polite, but her tone dripped with sarcasm and snarkiness. "I'm just glad to see you're not a figment of his imagination. He had a nasty wreck a few years back so I just chalked you up to being an imaginary friend."
"I'm very much real," Letty replied with a cocked brow. She quickly picked up on Kara's bitchiness, and understood Leon's statement from the car.
Kara closed the distance, "Leon's been really distraught since your 'death'," she used air quotes, and Letty's fists tensed up at her side. "So try not to pull another disappearing act on him."
"Everything okay?" Leon returned.
"Just fine, Leo," Kara's sweet smile returned as she shouldered her pocketbook. "I have a few meetings lined up today but your mother insists that I show up for a family dinner later, so the girl is yours for a while. You two have fun catching up."
Letty watched her saunter off and made a mental note to slap the shit out of her the next time she talked to her that way.
"She always so … pleasant?" Letty asked sarcastically as she followed him to another room. "Why the hell did you marry her?"
"Same reason I divorced her... she's got a sharp tongue," she shrugged with a grin as they entered the stainless-steel kitchen, where a short woman stood over a bowl of cake batter at the island. Her hair was deep auburn, with flicks of gray sprinkled in her roots. The kitchen island was decorated with an assortment of desserts, including cakes, cookies, brownies, and ice cream.
"Ma, look who I found," Leon said as he approached her from behind. The woman turned, her Hispanic features clear as day as she wiped her hands clean on her apron. She squinted as she looked Letty up and down, unaware of the uncomfortable spot Letty was now in.
"Is that little Leticia Ortiz? Oh my goodness, mija, look at you!" Leon's mother said enthusiastically while pulling Letty into a hug. The apologetic smile on Leon's face was enough to make her relax and returned the gesture.
"How you doin', Ms. Diaz?"
"Honey, I could only be better if I was on a beach with my feet kicked up and Greek men fanning me," she smiled as she gave Letty a twirl, "And please, call me Yaslene. You are sexy, chica!" Letty couldn't help but laugh at his mother's antics. "I always told Leon he should've scooped you up when he had the chance. He lusted over you all those years ago, but let that big brute Dominic get to you first. You still seeing him?"
Letty was shocked at the words she was hearing, but was amused by Leon's shouts of embarrassment to cut her off. He butt-in before Letty could respond.
"Alright, already, Ma! Let the girl breathe. Where's Jess?"
"Out back with Frankie. She's been out there since we got home from school. She did extremely well on her spelling test, so I'm getting a big dessert ready for her. Made her some sweets to take to class. Butter up those little heathens who tease her for being bright. What the hell is wrong with kids these days? She gets teased for being smart? I don't get it," Yaslene waved her hands erratically as she spoke.
Leon sighed, "My daughter Jessica, she's six. She's sweet as can be, and so smart it's frightening, but she gets a lot of flack for it. She doesn't have a lot of friends, except for Frankie."
"Why?" Letty asked.
"Jess is the kind of kid that'd rather sit and read than play hide and seek."
"Sounds like someone else we knew," Letty smiled as her mind went to Jesse.
Leon smiled, "That's why I'm not too worried about how she turns out. I could be so lucky if she turned out to be an engine wiz. Come on, let's go see her." He led her out a sliding glass door and out to an amazing view of the city in his own backyard. The wide space was fenced in, with an inviting in-ground pool, a solid wood patio table with bench seating near a barbecue grill, and a colorful playground for kids. Girl's toys and Matchbox cars littered the yard, along with chew toys and dog bones.
"Jessie!" Leon hollered for the girl speeding in a purple motorized ride-on BMW. A small mutt chased her with his tongue out and tail wagging enthusiastically.
"It probably doesn't make her feel better to come home to a mother like Kara. No offense."
Leon smirked, "It's only for a few weeks while Kara's condo is being renovated. And step-mom, thankfully. Jess's real mom passed shortly after childbirth. Aneurysm," his smile was still there, but his eyes were sad. "I met Kara a year later, married a year after that. She never really wanted kids, but she always took care of Jess. They don't have the best relationship, but she tries. She doesn't know how to properly interact with people who aren't paying her to bullshit a jury."
"I can tell," Letty murmured as Jessica finally rode over, her pup in tow.
"Hey Dad! Did Abuelita tell you? I passed my spelling test!" the bright-faced girl exclaimed as her car came to a stop in front of them. She had pin-straight brown hair and hazel eyes that were innocent but smiling. She was a spitting image of her father.
"She told me, baby. Great job!" he high-fived his daughter, which made them both light up. The young girl grinned up at Letty with a cheeky smile that matched her father's, and waved. "Hi."
"Hey kiddo," Letty smiled, "Cool ride."
"Thanks! It's fast like Daddy's. Right, Dad?" her eyes beamed up at Leon.
"Damn right," Leon said with a proud smile. "Jess, this is Letty, an old friend of mine. Letty, this is Jessica. My little Speed Racer."
"Nice to meet you," the girl's manners impressed Letty. "This is Frankie. You can pet him if you want, he won't bite."
Letty smiled and did just that as the dog licked at her hand playfully.
"You're the lady my Dad named me after? And Uncle Jesse, right, Dad?"
Letty looked up at Leon, and her grinned nervously.
"That's right," he turned to Letty. "It was a bet we had over an engine. Loser named their first-born after the other. A stipulation you made, might I add. You were pretty damn confident."
"And you still went through with it? All these years later?" she asked with bewildered eyes.
He shrugged simply, "We shook on it." His cellphone ringing pulled him away for a few moments, leaving Letty and the six year-old alone.
Letty's smile faded when she looked over at Jess, "Heard you have it pretty rough at school. Yaslene says the other kids aren't so nice. What's that about?"
Jess climbed out of her car and came to sit across from Letty, her pup Frankie faithfully at her side.
"Dad says it's 'cause I'm so smart. I always share my toys and snacks, but some kids are just bullies."
Letty felt for the kid. If she thought school was bad now, she had no clue what was she was in for. "You know, I never had a lot of friends in school either. Your dad and uncle Jesse were my first real friends. The older I got, they became like brothers to me. Family. Family will always be the only friends you ever need in life, kid."
"Does that make us family?" she asked wearily as Leon made his way back over.
"I guess so. I think I'll be sticking around for a while, so we can work on it," Letty smiled sweetly at her. Leon seemed happy with this answer.
"Do you have a lot of friends now?"
Letty thought hard about the question that left her confused.
"No," Letty said flatly, "But I've got a lot of family. Somewhere."
"Could we be friends? I have plenty of girl toys, not just cars," Jess said, her voice hopeful.
"You got a pen?" she asked Leon. He pulled a pen from his blazer pocket, along with a slip of paper. Letty took it and scribbled on it before handing it to Jess, "That's my phone number. Anytime you need someone to talk to, or if you're having a hard time in school – just call. And I don't need any dolls or make-up. Your cars are awesome."
Jess grinned and bumped knuckles with Letty.
"All right, Kid. Go get cleaned up. I'll order us a pizza, then we'll dig in to Grandma's cake," Jessica took off for the house with her dog in tow while Leon waved Letty around the house to the garage. He pressed a button on his remote to open the doors, revealing several of his prized possessions, including two covered in tarps. "You still a gear-head?" he asked as he saw her eyes light up with exuberance.
"Cars were the only thing that came naturally to me when I got out of the hospital. Driving was the one thing I never forgot," she said confidently.
"I'll give you the tour, then."
They headed over to the first car that caught her eye, a Nissan Skyline R33. The sleek black beauty sat on blacked-out rims with a presence that commanded attention, and she was delighted to oblige.
"Didn't you have a yellow Skyline? Is this it?" she questioned.
"Yeah. Painted her about five years ago. Wanted to switch it up."
"Are these all yours?" she asked excitedly.
"Most of 'em. Since my wreck, I haven't ran it in years. The Nismo is my business car. A gift from Hector after opening our shop," he grinned back at the pristine beauty. He followed her over to a crimson red 2013 Cadillac STS. "That's the family car. Ma drives it, mainly. She never did believe in mini-vans."
Leon removed the tarps from the hidden cars, and Letty's mind instantly went into overload as scenes of car washes, races, and burning tires flashed in her head. The white Jetta and blue Maxima parked under the center spotlight of the garage sent a shot of adrenaline racing through her veins. She circled both rides, taking in every dent, dig, and bullet-hole that graced them.
"How long have you had these?"
"The Jetta I picked up a few years after the truck heists. Never actually drove it. The Maxima V asked me to hold for him while he took off for Rio a few years ago. Said he found a crazy job to do jacking confiscated cars, asked me to come with but I was a still a newlywed. The fool hasn't been back. Guess he hit it big and is living it up. Can't say I blame the guy for not returning."
It occurred to her that Leon didn't know of Vince's passing in Rio over four years ago, and at that very moment, she didn't have the heart to tell him. She turned back to the Jetta instead.
"Did this happen during-" she trailed off as she traced her fingers over the back panel of the Jetta, where several holes lined the car.
"Yeah," he took a seat on a nearby stool, "I didn't have the heart to fix it. Anytime I look at it, I... I just can't."
Letty understood the sentimental value of the car, and remembered a thought she had before.
"You reckon my Nissan is still floating around?"
"Honestly, a car like that sitting around for so many years unclaimed – I wouldn't be surprised if it was in pieces all over Southern California at this point. But I'll keep an eye out."
Letty groaned as her head began throbbing again, forcing her to take a seat once the room started spinning.
"You okay?" Leon jumped to her aid.
"Yeah. I get these crazy migraines from time to time. Lasting effects of the wreck."
"I have just the thing," he retrieved something from his pocket and held it up.
"I don't know, man. I haven't smoked weed … for as long as I can remember," she chuckled, "What about Jessica?"
"She knows when I'm out here that it's my private time. A few years back a trucker slammed into me running a red light. I was blessed and lucky enough to survive, but it nearly crippled me. Doctors put me on a ton of different painkillers while I was recovering and it was becoming a little too scary for me, so I got a prescription for pot instead. The difference was like day and night. It helps with the pain, and I'm not walking around like a zombie anymore," Leon offered the joint up to her, and she took it hesitantly. Letty took a few quick drags before handing it back over.
"Why haven't you asked me where I've been? Or where Dom and Mia are? I was expecting twenty questions."
"You've probably had enough of that for a while. It doesn't matter where you've been, I'm just glad you are alive," he said with a smile that she knew was genuine.
The ride home was a comfortable, yet quiet one with the two exchanging only stoned looks and laughs ever so often. As they closed in on her temporary home, Leon offered his extra rooms up to her and her companions, and good as it sounded, she declined.
"You should know.. I'm not.. the same. I'm not the reckless, careless girl you knew before. I want to establish myself on my own, earn my way. I don't want a man taking care of me."
"So... you grew up?" he teased. "And you've never been the type to take handouts. You've always earned your way. And I'm not the same guy I was back then, either. People change. It's life, it's inevitable. Some people are too stubborn to change for the better, so sometimes they need a little push. Something completely fucked up and catastrophic to put them on the right path."
"Were you always this deep?" she asked with a smirk.
"I grew up."
When they finally arrived to her hotel, Letty was surprised to see Brooke walking Ginger along a grassy area. Leon parked next to the Camaro and they walked over to her.
"Hey," Letty said to her back. Brooke nearly jumped out of her skin from freight as she turned to her them, her hand clutching at her chest.
"Jesus, Letty, don't do that. Ginger's taking forever to piss and I'm terrified out here alone. Too many drunks floating around," Brooke turned to Leon, "And just where the hell have you been? I thought he kidnapped you, so I tried to call your cell but you left it on the nightstand. And I tried to call his number and it went straight to voice-mail."
"You got the business cell. I turn it off when I'm home. Sorry, sweetheart. I can give you my personal-" Leon said sweetly, and Letty turned to give him a look that said 'cut the shit', so he did.
"You took a call at the house, sounded like business," Letty said.
"It was pleasure," he grinned slyly, "Hector got the info on a race tonight. We're gonna meet up with a few people and head down. You in?"
Letty's mind screamed yes; she wanted nothing more than to be in the mesmerizing, breathtaking environment that was a street race. It had been a while since she'd been to a race, and even longer since she'd participated in one, but she knew that meant running the risk of seeing Dom and the others, and that was a risk she wasn't interested in taking tonight.
"Nah, I'm gonna get a bubble bath and really ride out this buzz."
"I want to go," Brooke interjected, and they both looked at her like she had grown a second head.
"Do you race?" Leon asked with an amused grin that annoyed Brooke.
"Not particularly, but I like to watch. So, can I go?" Leon looked her over. Brooke was cute, with her dark hair pulled back and tiny black shorts clinging to her thick thighs. He suddenly didn't mind her tagging along.
"Sure thing, girl. The more the merrier. I'll be back around ten to pick you up," he smirked as he turned to Letty, who was currently play-fighting with her large German Shepard. Leon watched her for a moment. She wasn't the same combat-boot-wearing, aggressive, wild child anymore. She was softer, but still had just enough spunk to remind him of her old self. "You wanna earn your way, Ortiz?"
She looked up him from her spot on the ground with Ginger, "What do you have in mind?"
"Why don't you two swing by the shop tomorrow for an interview? We could use a few interns."
Letty grinned and stood from the grass, "We'll be there."
"Good," he reached in his pocket and retrieved another joint, handing it over to her. "Just a few puffs to keep the headaches at bay."
"You're doing drugs now?! We've only been in California for a day," Brooke asked incredulously.
Letty took the joint and rolled her eyes, "Shut up, Brooke. I'll see you tomorrow, bro."
"Good to see you again, kid," he smiled as they shared one last hug before he headed to his car.
Brooke didn't allow Letty to step foot into their room before she started the questions. As quickly as she rattled them off, Letty fired back with answers.
"He single?" was her first question.
"Yes. Divorced two years, his wife's a total bitch," she said while gathering things for her bubble bath. She grabbed one of the books she never had time to read, a cool Corona from the fridge, and her old cell phone that was stuffed in the bottom of her duffel.
"Hmph, figures. A guy that fine only goes for blonde skanks," Brooke took notice of the phone, "What are you doing with that?"
"Close. Blonde lawyer," Letty said and headed to the bathroom, "He has a daughter, Jessica Nicole. Named after me. She's six, and sweet as can be. She doesn't have a lot of friends, so I gave her my number. I'm gonna turn it on the first time in a year for a kid I don't know."
"How precious. So are you two gonna have sex? Or is he up for grabs?" Brooke asked bluntly as she took a seat on the toilet lid, indicating that she had no intentions of giving Letty private time. Ginger dictated the same when she curled up at the side of the tub, her usual spot during Letty's baths.
"Jesus, Brooke. I just met the guy - again," Letty said. She stripped down to her underwear and started her bath, using her favorite coconut body wash for bubbles. She waited for Brooke to take the hint, so when she didn't, Letty just turned and removed her underwear before climbing in the hot water. "I mean, he's cute and charming, but I'm not looking to get into anything serious right now. I just want to relax, and figure out which way is up."
"Who said get into something serious? I'm saying get into his pants. That'll help you relax," Brooke smiled. "And if not, say the word and he's mine."
"Have at it, Brooke, but don't come crying when he breaks your little heart. Like you said, a guy that fine only goes for blonde skanks," Letty grinned when Brooke flipped her off and stormed out the bathroom.
Finally alone, Letty sunk into the bath and thought about the events of the day. She was eager about the future now and owed that to Brooke's snooping. Being with Leon again was refreshing, and not overwhelming like she anticipated. He didn't expect anything from her, and he wasn't angry with her for not remembering. He was just happy that she was alive and well, and that was enough for her.
"All right, let's do this," she pep-talked herself while turning on her old phone. She waited for something catastrophic to happen, yet it powered on without incident. Her voice-mail box was full, which she expected, so she pressed a few selections to retrieve. Before she could listen to the first message, an incoming call interrupted the process. She didn't recognize the number, and hesitated before she hit the 'ANSWER' button.
"Hello?"
The voice on the other end was clear as day and sobered Letty up immediately. Reality came crashing back down on her. You can't hide forever.
She sighed before speaking, "How ya livin' Mi?"
There was silence on the other end - shock, no doubt.
"Let... Letty? Is it you?"
"Yeah, girl, it's me."
"I can't believe it," Mia's voice was shaky. She was clearly on the verge of tears, something Letty never could handle. "I didn't think I'd ever hear from you again."
"I know," Letty said guiltily, I'm sorry, Mia. I truly am. I should've called."
"You're damn right, you should've called," Mia said firmly, "but I understand why you didn't. It would've been hard to get the space you needed with people calling you constantly, begging you to come back. Well... how are you? I mean, where are you? Are you okay?"
"I'm close. And I'm fine, Mia. I've had my ups and downs, but I'm all right."
"You think it'd be possible to talk in person?"
Letty didn't have the heart to say no, especially after answering her call for the first time in a year. "Yeah, I think that'd be good. But only on one condition."
"Name it."
"Don't tell Dom. Not even that we spoke. I'm not ready to see him just yet," Letty admitted. Mia hesitated, but agreed. "I'm not kidding, Mia. Not even Brian. No one. I'll handle that when I'm ready, but now is not the time."
"Okay, Letty. No one," her voice was more believably.
"When?"
"How about now? I'm at the beach house in Malibu. The shops been overloaded lately and Dom wanted the guys to get a break. He and Brian went out for the night with the others, so it's just Jack and I."
Letty was hesitant about meeting Mia, but with her buzz wearing off, the beach would be a nice nightcap.
"Let me finish my bath and I'll be on my way."
"Great! See ya soon."
Letty said her goodbye and tossed the phone on the floor.
"Well, Ginger, here goes nothing girl."