Allison believed in memorizing important phone numbers and not just depending on having people listed as a contact. She could recite each of the Monster brothers’ phone numbers, and she knew her mom’s number, too. Allison wasn’t about to call her mother and ask for clothing, though. Instead, Allison dialed her sister’s number, and Yvette answered on the first ring.
“Who is this?”
“Hey, it’s Allison.”
“Allison? Why are you calling me from this number?”
“It’s my boss’ number.”
“Are you at your boss’ house?”
“No, I’m in his office. Listen, you’re having dinner with Mom and Steve tonight, right?”
Allison was counting on the fact that her sister always came to Sapphire Island early. She lived less than a 20-minute ferry ride away, so she just came over on the lunch ferry most of the time.
“Yep. You’ll be there, right? Oh, please tell me you’ll be there. I don’t know if I can handle dealing with them alone. They’re going to ask me who I’m dating, and I just can’t even deal with that right now.”
“You’re still fighting with Frank, huh?”
“Yeah. I am.”
“Sorry. That sucks.”
“Yeah, well, it is what it is. Anyway, what do you need?”
“I was wondering if you could do me a huge favor.”
“Okay, that sounds ominous,” Yvette said.
“I’m in my boss’ office and I’m totally naked. Can you drop off some clothes for me? Like, now?”
“What happened to your other clothes?” Yvette snickered.
“It’s a really, really long story.”
More importantly, it was a story that Allison just really, really didn’t want to tell again. She was already totally embarrassed at her royal screw-up. She’d sneaked around the office and tried to be some sort of brave Wonder Woman, but she’d messed that all up.
Instead of solving the mystery of what the hacker was after, she’d gotten soaked, and she’d made out with Christopher again, and she’d upset him to the point that he ran off to Declan’s. Wasn’t that just perfect?
“Sure, I’ll bring you clothes. I can leave in five, which will put me there in about half an hour, okay?”
“You don’t need to come up to the office. Just leave them with the receptionist on the first floor,” Allison said. “She’ll get them to me.”
“Sounds good. There’s a cool coffee shop next door I’ve been meaning to check out, anyway.”
“Thank you,” Allison said. “You have no idea how much I appreciate it.”
“I think I have a pretty good idea,” Yvette chuckled. “Do you want me to go by your place to get stuff? Or should I just drop off something of mine?”
“Something of yours works.” Yvette and Allison were close enough to the same size that nobody would notice. Now all she had to do was sit back, close her eyes, and wait for the clothing to appear.
HALF AN HOUR PASSED, and Christopher didn’t reappear, but McKenzie did, along with the first-floor receptionist, Harper. They knocked on the office door, and Allison hurried over and pulled the door open carefully. She peeked her head out, and only her head.
“Yes?” Allison asked.
“Package for you?” McKenzie said this like it was a question, and she held out a little bag.
“Thanks, McKenzie. Thanks, Harper.”