Bailey sighed and stood.“Fine, we’ll take my car.”
“Bailey!”
“We’re not going to talk her out of this,” Bailey told Gwen.
Gwen glowered.“We might, if we present a united front.”
Bailey looked at Chloe.“Are we going to be able to talk you out of this?”
“No.”
Bailey looked at Gwen.“See?”
“Bailey!”
Bailey grabbed her coat.“Listen, the faster we do this, the faster we can eat.”
“Because that’s our main goal right now?”Gwen asked, incredulous.
“It’s mine.”Bailey picked up Gwen’s coat and held it out.“Are you coming or not?”
“I shouldn’t,” Gwen said, arms folded across her chest, mouth folded in a stubborn line.“This is a terrible idea.”
“If you don’t come, you won’t be able to say I told you so,” Bailey told her.
Gwen fumed for about five seconds, then snatched her coat out of Bailey’s hand.“Fine.But you’re buying dinner.”
“Chloe’s buying dinner,” Bailey corrected, following Chloe down the hall and out the front door.
“As long as it isn’t me,” Gwen muttered and slammed the door behind her.
* * * *
“This is their house?”Gwen asked, leaning forward in the back seat to peer through the windshield.
“It’s the right address,” Bailey said, pulling to a stop in the driveway.
Chloe sat in the passenger seat, staring.“It’s a church.”
It was old, two stories of aged brick, with the distinctive lancet windows common to Gothic churches.There were three of them at the front of the building, two smaller ones flanking a larger one in the center, and more marching down the side.Wide, double wooden doors marked the entry, bathed in the warm glow of a trio of iron lights, and more light spilled through the windows from within.Stained glass windows, she realized, fascinated.
“This is cool,” Bailey decided.
“It really is,” Gwen agreed.“I wonder what it looks like inside.”
“Only one way to find out,” Bailey said and switched off the engine.
“Are we all going in?”Gwen asked.
“What?No.”Tearing her gaze away from the house, Chloe turned to her friends.“Talk about weird.”
“Fine.”Bailey turned the car back on.“Well?What are you waiting for?”
Chloe looked back at the house.Now that they were there, this didn’t seem like such a great idea.“I’m outlining my strategy.”
“What’s to outline?”Gwen wanted to know.
“Well, I can’t just walk in there and say, ‘Hey, remember that guy I was with the other night?Do you know him, and if so, did he tell you I was trying to hire him to have a threesome?’,” Chloe said, exasperated.“I have to be more, I don’t know, subtle.”
