“Well, you are.” She grinned. “In all the best ways.”
I rolled my eyes. “Let me think about it and I’ll send you an email later today. Honestly, though, I think you have your own style and that works perfectly for you.”
She smiled. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Can I drop you somewhere?” she asked.
“No, actually, I need to file a couple of things, so I’ll be here for a bit.”
She nodded. “Okay, I’ll see you on Monday.”
My phone rang as Georgia walked away and I saw it was Melody, so I sat on one of the benches and answered it. “Hey, DiDi.”
“Hi, how are you?” I could hear noise in the background, so I deduced she was getting ready for a show.
“I’m good, how are you?” I said.
“So good. I met someone.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh?”
“I’ll have Brandy send his information so you can do your thing.”
I dropped my head back against the wall. “What about Doom?”
“Who?”
“The man you bid fifty-grand on a couple of weeks ago?”
“Oh, him,” she said dismissively. “I bid on him for you.”
“Excuse me?”
“Yeah. You didn’t figure that out?” She chuckled. “He’s totally into you, silly. You probably just couldn’t see it because of the drugs. I figured I’d just help you jump start some vag action.”
“I don’t need vag action, sissy,” I hiss-pered into the phone, darting my eyes around to make sure no one was listening.
“Yes, you do. It’s been, like, forever.”
“Okay, my sex life is none of your concern, Melody Dorothy Morgan.”
“Okay,Mom. Whatever.” She laughed outright this time. “I’ve gotta get back. Just wanted to give you a heads up. Bye-eee.”
And she was gone. If I hadn’t been in public, I think I would have banged my head against something hard. The last thing Melody needed was another man in her life.
And I needed to apologize to the one she’d tried to force into mine.
I wrinkled my nose.
I hated apologizing when I was wrong. I was actually much better at apologizing when I was right.
* * *
Doom
Goddamn fucking bitch! I stalked into the compound and grabbed a bottle of tequila from the bar forgoing a glass.
