Page 324 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
“Logan wants to talk with you.”
Tension creeps through my shoulders.
“About what?”
“I didn’t ask. I trust him and I trust you. Whatever you say to each other is fine by me.”
I blink up at him, completely at a loss for words. No one, not even Ruby, has expressed their faith in me like that before.
“Thank you, Sir,” I whisper.
He brushes a kiss across my mouth and nips my nose before he pulls back.
“What’s your top score on Frogger?” he asks.
“My—uh—what?” The non-sequitur after that stunning display of trust leaves me brain-dead for a moment.
“Top score. Frogger.”
“Like fifty thousand. Why?”
“Mmm, I think I can take you. I had an arcade date planned for tonight. I’ve had to shift location, but I found an arcade in Poughkeepsie online so after we ditch the bikers, we’re going to have a Frogger-off.”
The grin that spreads across my face is so wide it makes my cheeks hurt. “You’re crazy, Sir.”
“’Course I am. All the best people are.”
“Alice in Wonderland, Sir?”
“Naomi’s favorite movie for years. Still not sure what girls see in that Johnny Depp fella.”
“It’s an estrogen thing, Sir.” Although Cappa has been lusting after him for years.
“Must be.”
I trickle my fingers up his spine to feel his skin goose bump. “You know, I’m better at Pac Man than Frogger.”
“Too bad. That wadda-wadda noise puts me off my game.”
I capitulate with a laugh. “Okay, Sir. Frogger it is.”
“Uh-huh. You need anything from your place before we go?”
“No, Sir.” I glance at the zippered folder on the coffee table. “Do you think we should drop off the sample book?”
“Nope. Mad Bob and his boys might get it into their heads to try again. Let’s get those high-res prints done so you’ve got a backup and figure out some security for the originals. Until then, book’s safest here.”
I’m tempted to argue with him, but I bite the impulse back. He’s right, and I’d only be arguing to make the point that it’s my business, not his. That’s not a point I need to make anymore.
“Any thoughts on security, Sir? I was thinking maybe I could chain the book to the table.”
“Not the worst idea. That would at least prevent thieving bastards like me from snatching and grabbing it.”
“Did you really?” I still can’t quite believe Mac walked in to Mad Bob’s place, grabbed the folder, and ran out.
“I really did. Then I jumped into my get-away limo and raced away. Straight out ofThe Italian Job, only classier.”
I bury my giggle in his shoulder. “If the hundred kisses didn’t convince you, Sir, I’m seriously impressed.”
