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“Yes?”
“Thank you for this. I owe you one.” What the hell possessed me to say that? I didn’t want to owe him anything.
“Anything for you, Mr. Caldwell.”
I nodded. “Just email me anything you find out right away.”
“Email? I prefer faxing.”
I just stared at him. “Why? Faxing is the absolute worst.”
“Oh. When did that happen? I thought everyone faxed things.”
“Maybe like twenty years ago.”
Nigel nodded. “Right, faxing is the worst. Don’t you think? It’s terrible. I agree with you 100%. Who would want a piece ofpaper that you wanted to immediately show up with very little work? Lame.”
Okay.
“But forget texting and stupid faxing. It’s best to do this in person. We don’t want to leave a trail. I’ll text you the time and place we can meet once I find what you are seeking.”
“Sounds good, Nigel.”
A taxi pulled up in front of him. “Have a pleasant evening. Text me if you’ll be late for your evening bath.”
“Will do.” I was pretty sure I’d just promised him a favor. And to meet up with him in 48 hours in some most likely weird way. And that we had another bath date tonight. I shrugged. It was worth it. Getting my life back was worth it. Kennedy was worth it.
Nigel rolled down the window. “And if Master Tanner asks where I am, tell him I’m picking up the dry cleaning. This is going to be our little secret.” He winked at me.
It’s going to be worth it,I reminded myself. I smiled and winked back. For some reason I even pointed finger guns at him. Apparently I’d lost my fucking mind.
He pointed his own back at me. “Pew, pew! Secrets!” He blew on his pointer fingers like his gun was smoking.
I couldn’t even make fun of him. I’d started that weirdness. And now I had a weird secret thing that Nigel and I did together. What had I just done?
The taxi pulled away.
I’d worry about how to get out of a bath chat later. Right now I had to go appease Poppy for the last time.
Matchmaker - Chapter 42
Friday
“What the hell are you wearing?” Poppy grabbed my arm and pulled me back towards the ballroom entrance.
“I didn’t have time to change,” I said.
“I told you to wear a tux and you don’t even have a suit jacket?” She looked like she wanted to scream. “It doesn’t matter. Hopefully everyone will be staring at my dress.” She stared at me like she was waiting for me to comment on how she looked.
The answer…she looked fine. I wasn’t attracted to her. At all. I couldn’t help it, but whenever I looked at her I saw Isabella. I’d never been attracted to Wizzy either. “Or you could just tell everyone the truth. That you’re blackmailing me and I had no choice but to be here tonight.”
“Very funny. Just stand there and look pretty and don’t say a word.” She pulled me back into the ballroom. “God, people are staring.”
She’d told me not to speak, so I didn’t bother telling her that people were probably staring at her because she was demon spawn.
“Maybe someone took off their jacket before dancing.” She perused the room for a jacket to steal.
“I’m not going to wear an ill-fitting stolen jacket.”
