“Are you going to work?” she asked, as I walked toward the door.
“Yes.”
“What case?”
“I have to go surveil stuff,” I said, trying to use the same words she’d used before.
She rubbed her hands together. “Oh, can I go with you? I want to learn to surveil stuff. Please.” She jumped up and danced from side to side.
“I don’t need help.”
She rolled her eyes. “Of course you don’t. Give me five minutes to get dressed.” She dashed toward the other room.
“I suggest something you can run in,” I called to her. She gave me a thumbs-up without turning around.
I watched her ass as she walked away from me. I was going to regret not firing her. I could already feel it.
Chapter 10
Shelly
Clark didn’t say a word as
we drove across town. Instead, he stared straight ahead and pretended like I wasn’t around.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“To surveil stuff.”
“Where?”
“At the surveilling location.”
I turned toward him a little, bending my knee so I could look at him. He had a strong profile, a square jaw, and a five o’clock shadow no matter the time of day. His head was slick and smooth. “Do you shave your head every day?” I suddenly blurted.
He spun quickly to face me. “Nosy much?” He jerked his eyes back to the road.
“Was that nosy?” He wasn’t angry, because I could see that a corner of his mouth was quirked up into not quite a smile.
“Yes.”
“Is curiosity a bad thing?”
He suddenly looked at me. “Do you shave your legs every day?”
I didn’t even have to think about it. “Usually, yes.”
“And your armpits?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Am I being nosy?”
“I don’t know. Are you?”
He heaved out a sigh. “I was being sarcastic.”
“Oh.”