Page 119 of Wicked Angel


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Angeline:What security cams?

Me:The ones all over the house.

Angeline:You have cameras all over your house? (Mind blown emoji.)

Okay; she’d used an emoji. So… she wanted me to know that she was blown away by that information, rather than mad?

Which encouraged me to keep going.

Me:In almost every room. I saw you when you came over to clean. I saw you coming upstairs. (Two eyeballs emoji.)

Angeline:For real? (Dead emoji.)

Hmm. Did that mean “I’m dead” like “I’m astonished”… or did she now want me dead?

Me:I was watching you on my phone. (Happy tears emoji.)

Angeline:When I walked in on you naked?? (Scream of horror emoji.)

Me:Yes.

Angeline:You could’ve put some pants on. (Face plant emoji.)

Me:I could’ve. But then you wouldn’t have seen me naked. (Drooling emoji. Eggplant emoji.)

Angeline:(Angry swearing face emoji.)

Shit.

Her name popped up as my phone rang and I answered casually. “Ms. Delacroix. What can I do for you this evening?”

“Where are you?” she demanded.

“On the patio off my bedroom. Naked and slightly high.”

“That emoji thing was stupid. Were you saying I was drooling because I saw you naked, or wereyoudrooling because I saw you naked?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes.”

“Can’t it be both?”

“No. Maybe. I don’t know.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m annoyed.”

“About what?”

“Your stupid games.”

“I’m not playing games. I’m trying to talk to you. You don’t make it easy.”

She huffed a little and went silent.

“What are you thinking?”