Page 60 of Only the Wicked
I set the phone down on the mattress and slip on my tee.
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Daisy Jonas
Want me to look into her?
Me
U already did.
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How’d she forget? Did Miles give her some of his gummies? What’re they doing while I’m out of the office?
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Daisy Jonas
For realz
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Oh. She means use ARGUS.
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Me
No
Go pester Miles
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The bathroom door opens. Sydney’s in a sundress. Her wet, raven hair has been brushed smooth, and the thin straps on the dress are drenched.
I drop my phone in my shorts pocket.
“Is this little bet of yours an honor system arrangement? Did I just catch you cheating?”
“My word is good,” I tell her in my deep, what I hope is an I-am-a-sexy-male voice. “You ready?”
She’s holding several zipped bags, presumably from the bathroom.
“You are one organized packer.”
She shrugs.
“A woman after my own heart,” I mutter.
“What was that?”
She busies herself arranging her suitcase, and I shove my hands in pockets.
Should I ask?
She never really confirmed.
