“They might not know he’s a sex worker,” Bailey told Chloe.“Discreet, remember?”
“But theycouldknow.”Chloe stood up.“I have to find out.”
“How?”Bailey wanted to know.
“I’m going next door to ask.”Chloe walked to the front door, looking for her boots.“Where are my boots?”
“They’re still on your feet,” Gwen pointed out.
“Oh.”
“You’re just going to go over and ask, ‘hey, do you guys know the sex worker I was having coffee and pie with the other day’?”Gwen called after her.
“You got a better idea?”Chloe asked and opened the front door.
“Any idea would be better than this.”
“They’re not there,” Bailey called.
Chloe shut the door.“What do you mean?”
“They were leaving when I pulled up,” Bailey said.
“Thank God,” Gwen muttered.
“Well, shit,” Chloe said and, deflated, walked back to slump on the sofa.“Now what?”
“Dinner,” Bailey said.“If you don’t want sesame chicken, I could split an order of beef and broccoli.”
Chloe sent her an exasperated look.“I meant about Jesse and Knox.”
“Why do you have to do anything?”Gwen asked.
“Because I have toknow,” Chloe insisted and jumped to her feet again.“Come on.”
“Come on, where?”
Chloe patted her hips, looking for her keys, before she remembered she was wearing an old pair of leggings and without pockets.“I’m going over there.”
“I hope she’s talking about the restaurant,” Bailey said.
“Knox and Jesse’s house,” Chloe said, turning in a circle.“Do you see my keys?”
“Spiraling,” Bailey muttered.
Gwen shot to her feet.“Are you kidding?You can’t go to theirhouse.”
Chloe stopped searching for her keys.“Why not?”
“Because…” Clearly at a loss, Gwen looked at Bailey.
“Because you just had two shots on an empty stomach,” Bailey tossed out.“You can’t drive.”
Chloe thought that was a weak argument, but… “Fine.Gwen can drive.”
“Chloe.I’m not driving you to Knox and Jesse’s house.”
“Why not?”Chloe asked, then she remembered.“Oh, right, your heater’s out.Bails?”
