Page 41 of Phoenix

“Dang it.” She hangs it back up and my phone vibrates in my back pocket, I pull it free and smile.

A text from Case.

I look to where he’s sitting and catch him watching me before I open the message.

Case: Pick something for yourself too. I’m taking you out tonight. Any objections?

Me: Are you asking me on a date? What if I don’t want to date you?

Case: Yes, ma’am, I am. And I know better, I see you staring.

Me: Sorry, I don’t date cocky cops.

Case: Now, now, Miss Masen, no need to lie.

Me: Ugh. Fine. But I won’t have fun and I’ll be a brat the whole time.

Case: So like you are every day?

I look up at him and flip him the bird when my phone buzzes again.

Case: Do you trust me?

I don’t even hesitate when I reply.

Me: I do.

Looks like I’m spending some money in here after all.

I make an internal decision to try to enjoy the night with him as best I can.

I need something: black and showstopping.

And Case Carmichael approved.

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