Rodney: Marshall’s Shadow – Jaguar Shapeshifter Romance by Kathi Barton (i wanna iguana read aloud TXT) 📗

only put them on the shift they wanted but also told them they’d work on other benefits that might be coming to them. They would get paid their full benefits while they’d been off, including seniority and any vacation pay they might have had coming.

Bella and Grandda had gone to get drinks while she ran quick security checks on the people that were there. By the time they were finished up, the hospital had a good staff coming in now, as well as three nurses that were going to work on getting the nursing department overhauled. Which meant that by the end of the day, more would be terminated for their parts played in this entire mess.

Reaching out to Rebel, she was asked if she could talk to her later, as she was in the insurance office with Sheila. Harris had forgotten they were headed there today and told her good luck. It sounded to her like it wasn’t going well, and she might just run over there when she was finished here. It couldn’t hurt. Or better yet, she’d have their attorney go. Ricky was just saying how he needed to get out more.

Calling him was no problem. He said he’d be there in less than ten minutes, and he’d only sit back and let Rebel handle it unless she asked. He’d heard about the incident with Cort, and everyone was a little afraid of the other woman. Not her. Harris loved that she could get all witchy when necessary.

But almost as soon as he got there, he called her back. “They’re arresting Sheila and Rebel. Neither of them are fighting the police, who, I might add, are just as confused as I am. But you should meet them at the jail. Also, you should go and pick up Lach. I think Thomas has been letting the people at the office know he’s a mite upset with them.” It was humorous, whatever was going on if Ricky’s voice was any indication. “Oh my, Harris, this is more fun than it should have been if you ask me.”

Taking a few of her men with her, she told them where they were headed. Apparently, they had already heard about what was going on and filled her in on it. Yes, Ricky had been right. It was a good deal funnier than it should have been for an insurance payoff.

Chapter 4

Rodney tried his best not to laugh. It was hurting him in the ribs and his throat to hold onto it, but he figured if he let out another burst of laughter before he got Rebel and her sister home, he’d end up a dead man. But just glancing at them both, as he was also trying not to do, would make him start laughing all over again.

He hadn’t any idea what Rebel had in her hair, or for that matter, what was all over her shirt and shoes. But to him, all he could think about was that slimy guy in those Ghostbuster movies. She’d been slimed.

Sheila was in worse shape in that she had the sticky substance on the same places as Rebel but was also wearing something that smelled to him like hand sanitizer, as well as some kind of smelly spray stuff. Neither of them were in the best of humor either.

“Did you tell him that you wanted to get the rest of the money?” Grandda didn’t even bother trying to hide how funny he thought this was. “I tell you, honey. You look like you’ve gone a few rounds with some kind of yuck machine, and they didn’t turn it off in time. What is that stuff?”

“It’s slime from Thomas. If you laugh at me one more time, Grandda, I’m going to make sure you get it on you the next time.” Grandda told Rebel she’d not do that. She loved him too much to get him all slimed up. “You have no idea where this shit is right now. I can feel it going up the crack of my ass and oozing its way into my butt. Not to mention my boobs feel like I’ve bathed them in this shit.”

“Now, darlin’, I’m sure that’s a personal issue there.” Rebel growled at Grandda. His calm voice was what was the funniest. “It’s a very pretty color, though, don’t you think? I mean, they got it all wrong on that movie. Can’t think of the name of it right now, but they had it green. The fact that it’s all sparkly white makes me think of rainbows and such. I wonder how it tastes. Is it any good?”

“No. No, it’s not good. It tastes like slime mixed with rosemary. I have no idea why that particular herb, but that’s what I taste as it slides its way down the back of my throat to my belly. I can’t even imagine what it’s going to represent when I have to shit this crap out of me.”

Rodney laughed. Even had he been able to stop it, he wasn’t sure he would have wanted to. He had to pull over to the side of the road and get out. He was hurting so bad from it all. Sure that he broke a couple of ribs while holding it in, he wasn’t able to calm himself when Rebel got out of the car with him.

“What the fuck do you find so funny?”

Instead of answering her, he pulled out his phone and let her see the pictures he’d taken while she’d not been looking. Christ, he’d not had this much fun in a very long time. He was glad he’d sent them to a safe place when she began deleting them. He was going to pull them out and look at them when he was having a bad day. He was sure he’d laugh just as hard anytime he got to thinking about them.

“They said they weren’t going to have to pay her that money because the check they gave her said paid