Dylan
“WHAT ABOUT THESE?” Addison asked, holding up a pair of dark blue jeans that would look amazing with her black knee-high boots. She paired the jeans with a baby-blue sweater that stopped just above her belly button. Silver thread, woven throughout the sweater, gave it the perfect amount of bling. She decided not to wear a lace cami underneath it so she could show a little skin.
“Perfect.Casual, but classy. He’ll love it.” All her clothes were gorgeous and fit her perfectly. I never understood why she spent so much time deciding what to wear.
She held the sweater up to her chest and looked into the mirror. “Yes, but will it force him to spill case secrets with me? We need details on the man who interrupted Kirk-the-Jerk’s adulterous romp.”
“It’s an exchange,” I reminded her.“And not of your body. You give him information, he gives you information, and everybody walks away smarter. Win, win. See? Nobody has to feel dirty over it.”
“But seducing the hot cop into whispering his secrets over my naked body sounds like much more fun.”
“You’re ridiculous, you know that? You’re going to a restaurant full of people on his lunch hour. Please do not take off your clothes.”
“Don’t talk to me like you know me,” she quipped. “And be glad you have a best friend willing to throw her body at a fine-ass detective so you don’t have to be someone’s prison wife. You hate fish... can you imagine if you had to go by that name every day?”
“What the hell does fish have to do with anything?”
“It’s what new prisoners are called!” She ground out. “Don’t you know anything?”
“You watch way too much TV.”
“Whatever.” She shook her head. “The sacrifices I make for you. It’s like you don’t even appreciate them.”
I giggled, rolling my eyes. I appreciated this sacrifice, but clearly not as much as she did. “You’re a giver, for sure. Just make sure you don’t show him yours before he shows you his.”
Surprise widened Addison’s eyes. “I am so proud of you right now, I couldcry.”
The innuendo was unintentional, but I decided to let her have this small victory. “You must be rubbing off on me. Now, do you have the flash drive?”
“Yep. It’s in my bag.”
My phone rang. I looked at the display and my stomach sank.
“What? Who is it?” Addison asked.
Bracing myself for the guilt trip I knew I was about to receive, I forced a smile and answered. “Hey, Dad, how are you?”
