Page 20 of Investigate Away
He raised her hand and kissed her palm. “I need to go shower. I have to be at the office in a half hour. I left you a set of keys on the kitchen table. Promise me you’ll keep me up to date on your whereabouts? I’m taking that note seriously, and if I had the manpower, I’d have someone on your tail twenty-four seven.”
“Other than meeting Bitch Bailey, I plan on staying right here on this front porch and working.”
He pointed to the corner of the house. “Just an FYI. I’ve got cameras covering all entrances.”
“And inside your home?”
“Just in your shower.” He chuckled. “I’m kidding. I have no cameras inside. I left you a detailed sheet with internet and all that on the table. You can call me if you need me. I’ll drive by when I’m on patrol.” He kissed her nose, and with that, he turned on his heel and left her standing there with her fingers on her lips, wondering what the hell just happened.
* * *
Callie sat on the rooftop of Georgio’s Bar and Grill and stared out over the water. She could get used to this kind of life, only she would definitely miss fast food, since about the only place you could find that on the island was at the ferry depot.
And that wasn’t the kind of fast food she craved.
She glanced at her watch. God, she hated it when people were late. When she worked as reporter and journalist, she always made sure she was at least five to ten minutes early for any prearranged meeting.
She pulled out the paper copy of the manuscript and a pen. She might as well make good use of the time.
The waitress pushed through the door and headed in her direction. “Are you sure I can’t get you anything while you wait?”
“Yeah. I’ll take a glass of your house Pinot Grigio. The nine ounce.” Normally, Callie wouldn’t dare think of having a glass of wine before five, but screw it. Three in the afternoon wasn’t that far off. Getting through any meeting with the likes of Bailey would require taking the edge off.
“I’ll be right back with that.”
“As I live and breathe,” a male voice said.
She turned her head. “Holy shit. Is that little boy Zane Piece?” She stood and gave Zane a hug. “I still hate you for your hair.”
Zane’s brother happened to be Jag’s cousin from his mother’s side of the family.
He ran a hand through his long, thick hair. “Darcie told me you were back in town.”
“What did Jag’s little sister have to say about my book?”
“Nothing good,” Zane said. “Are you meeting Jag?”
She shook her head. “I have a meeting. What about you? On a hot date?”
“My girlfriend bailed.” He sighed. “Seems to be a thing lately. Just as well. The club called and they are short-staffed.”
“So, you’re still working at Club Allure. What is that like? I mean it’s got to be weird when random people that you know show up at a sex club.”
“Not really.” He kissed her cheek. “Maybe we can have lunch or something. I’d love to catch up.”
“Sounds great.”
No sooner did Zane disappear than Bailey burst onto the rooftop with her perfectly styled shoulder-length dark hair. “So sorry I’m late. We’re doing a piece on the distillery, and we went over a little.”
“So, your camera crew is with you?”
Bailey nodded. “They are getting burgers down the street. I didn’t want you to think I was going back on my word.” She adjusted her chair and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “It’s so good to see you again.”
Callie couldn’t say the same, but she’d do the fake bullshit ex-coworker thing because there was no point not to. “You as well,” she said. “I’ve caught a few of your reports over the last few months. You’ve settled in nicely.”
“Thanks. Your shoes were tough to fill.”
Of course they were.Oh, she really needed to stop being so resentful. The girl was just doing her job. Something Callie used to do and not much differently.
