“Sure. The bar where I work is around the corner, so I’ve got a pass for the parking garage down the street.” He gave me a once-over. “How about I bring the car around to the front door after I shower and change? You can sit in the lobby while you wait.”
“Sounds good. Thank you.” I barely managed to stop myself from telling him he was my hero.
When I limped out into the lobby a minute later, Jazz shot me a sympathetic smile.
“How are you feeling?” she asked.
“A little better, thanks,” I replied.
“Glad to hear it!” She produced my jacket from beneath the desk. “Your friend asked me to hold this for you.”
“Where did she go?” I still harbored suspicions that she was getting a massage somewhere in the depths of the building.
“She said something about a work emergency?” The phone on the desk rang, and Jazz reached up to tap a button on her headset.
“I haven’t paid for my pass yet,” I said quickly. Not with money, anyway. My ankle had paid a price. My dignity too.
“Your friend took care of all that. Excuse me.”
Jazz answered the call, and I limped over to a padded bench and dropped down onto it with a whimper. I wrapped my jacket around me and fished my phone out of the pocket. Jemma had texted me, apologizing profusely that she had to run to the salon to style a client’s hair for a last-minute event. I grumbled a few choice words before stuffing my phone back in my pocket.
The next time my bestie had a bright idea, I would run for the hills.
Chapter
Thirty-Five
Ten minutes later, Bodie—his hair damp from his shower—passed through the lobby and assured me he wouldn’t be long getting the car. Sure enough, he soon pulled up to the curb in his black sports car.
I sighed when I settled into the leather seat. “Nice car.”
The engine purred as Bodie joined the stream of traffic with minimal honking from other drivers.
“Thanks. The lease payments are a bitch but…”
“Totally worth it?” I guessed.
He smiled. “Yep.” He flipped a switch on the console. “You look like you could use the heated seat.”
“I’m not that cold, but…” Warmth seeped into my back and legs. “Oh…”
“Right?” Bodie grinned.
I sighed again and wriggled deeper into the seat.
“How are things going with your quest to clear Mr. Nagy’s name?” Bodie asked a moment later.
I forced myself to stay awake even though the warm seat was trying to lull me to sleep. “You know about that?”
“I think the whole building does.” Bodie changed lanes, prompting a chorus of angry honks from other drivers. “Bitty told me about it when I was getting my mail the other day.”
“The Mirage’s rumor mill isn’t always the most accurate source of information.”
“So, you’re not in the middle of a steamy romance with your investigative partner?”
I sat up straighter, suddenly wide awake. “What? Who said that?”
“Actually, no one, to my knowledge.” He gave me a sheepish smile. “I was teasing.”
