Page 44 of Investigate Away
Ziggy burst out laughing. “He was trying to replace you, only that chick is a bitch. He hasn’t dated anyone since.”
“I’m sure he’s had a booty call or two.”
Ziggy arched a brow as she wiped her fingers with a napkin. “He’ll never get over you, and I can see it in your eyes. You’re never getting over him, so just give up, cave to your desires, and get back together with my brother.” She pointed toward the parking lot. “Looks like Jackie and her cameraman are here. I’ll see you back at Jag’s place.”
“What?”
“He didn’t tell you? I’m spending the night on the island. He said I could have the guest room since you’re staying with him.”
Callie narrowed her eyes. “He didn’t say that.”
“You know, my brother might not be as arrogant as he used to be when it comes to work, but he’s still a cocky son of a bitch when it comes to you, so yeah, that’s exactly what he said. See you in a bit.” With that, Ziggy stood and practically skipped down the dock toward the parking lot.
Wonderful.
Jackie Cash smiled and waved as she sashayed her way down the wood planks with her cameraman one step behind. Her wavy brown hair bounced like a shampoo commercial against her shoulders. She had to be a good five foot eleven in flat shoes. She had a natural beauty and carried herself with an air of confidence that couldn’t be mistaken for ego.
Something Callie had to admit she was a little bit jealous of.
“Callie Dixon,” Jackie said. “It’s good to see you.”
“It’s good to see you too.” Callie leaned in and kissed her cheek before easing over to the bench that overlooked the beach. “I appreciate you coming out here to do this.”
“Never in a million years did I think you would ever suggest I interview you.”
“You should know that Bailey is going to run a piece about me tonight as well. I spoke to her, but it was off the record, and nothing like what I’m willing to tell you.”
“She called me to tell me she had a piece about you.” Jackie went about hooking up a mic to Callie’s jacket. It felt strange to be on the other side of an interview. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she took a negative approach.”
“I know exactly the approach she’s taking, and it’s to make me look bad. She’s more concerned that I’m going to ask for my job back.”
“Are you?” Jackie asked. She took a step back and glanced down at her own microphone, making a minor adjustment.
“I have no desire to go back to that life.”
“Too bad. You always kept me on my toes,” Jackie said. “Anyway, basically I’ve been doing a series on unsolved crime in Seattle, so it’s perfect timing. I want to focus on why you felt the need to write the book. I just want the personal angle. You got the questions I sent over, correct?”
“I did.”
“Was there anything you want me to stay clear of?”
“Yeah,” Callie said. “My personal relationship with Jagar Bowie.”
“That’s too bad. Everyone at the station wants to know if the two of you are back together or not.”
“Off the record. We’re not. We’re just friends, but on camera, if you ask me one question about our relationship, past or present, I’ll pull the plug.”
“I’ll keep it to the book and the murders, period,” Jackie said.
“Thanks.” Callie stiffened her spine and pulled her hair back into a ponytail so the wind didn’t take it and whip it in front of her face.
Here went nothing.
9
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, stop acting like you’re so pissed off at me.” Jag pulled back the comforter on his full-size bed. He used to have a king in his apartment in Seattle, but living alone, with no girlfriend and no desire to have a warm body spend the night, what did he need a huge bed for?
Besides, while the master suite was massive with an extended sitting room and deck, the actual bedroom part was pretty cramped, and anything bigger than a queen wouldn’t allow for even a nightstand on both sides.
