“Freddy, hey. It’s Linden.”
“Linden,” she repeated slowly.
“Boxer’s friend.”
“Yeah.” She laughed. “I remember you.”
“Right,” I muttered.
“What can I do for you?”
I sighed. “Tell me about the Blue Angels’ parties…”
Chapter 13
It was official.I was off my rocker. Certifiable.
Even after a few hours of sleep, my ability to think rationally hadn’t been restored. It had effectively left the building. It was MIA, and it was never coming back.
I shouldn’t be doing this,I thought silently as I stared at my reflection.
But my reflection no longer looked like me.
I’d left my blonde hair down, and I’d curled it into big waves to brush across my shoulders and down my back. My makeup made my blue eyes pop, and my lips were bright red.
But it was the outfit that was truly out of my norm.
I was in a pair of black leather pants that fit me like a second skin, and I wore a black Harley Davidson tank top.
“You look perfect,” Freddy said as she sat on the edge of my bed.
I glanced at her. Her platinum bob was pinned in perfect 1950s curls and her high-waisted jeans showed off her curves. She wore green espadrilles the same shade as her blouse.
“I look like I’m dressed up to go to a Halloween party,” I stated. “I’m thirty years old. I’m too old to be doing this.”
“Doing what, exactly?” she asked.
“Too old to be making a fool of myself,” I scoffed. “Forget it. I’m not going.”
“Oh, hell no. You’re going.” She grinned.
“I guess it was good fortune there was a party tonight,” I muttered. “I’m suddenly terrified.”
“Don’t be. Boxer won’t be able to resist you.”
“Why are you helping me do this?” I asked her. “I mean, it’s more than just your affinity for Boxer. It has to be.”
She paused and then boldly met my gaze. “I told you he never brought a woman into Pinky’s?” When I nodded, she went on, “I’ve seen him at parties. He laughs, he flirts, he sleeps around.”
I winced.
“Sorry, I’m just trying to paint you a picture of who he is most of the time.”
“You didn’t have to be so honest,” I mumbled, feeling stupid and girly, not wanting to hear about his escapades.
“I’m not finished,” she said in amusement, a smile flashing across her red pouty lips. “Ever since he got out of the hospital, he’s been different.”
I frowned. “Different? Different how?”