illegal fight.
“Oh my God!” Callie exclaimed, clapping. “This is too cool!” Her friend tossed the script aside. “Come on! We’ve got to get you suited up!”
Alexis pulled out a plain beige sweater, two sizes too big. Holding it in front of her, she turned to Callie.
“What do you think?”
“Boring!” Callie scrunched her nose in disgust. “You need something hot.”
As Alexis dug deeper in her closet, she found a gray, short-sleeved dress. The only dress she owned besides her dress blues.
“Like this?”
Callie made the sign of the cross. “Definitely not. We need to go shopping.”
“But …” Alexis protested. There had to be something in her closet that would work. The thought of going to a mall seemed far more arduous than her earlier workout. And to go with Callie?
“You want Dekker to open up to you?”
Of course she did. Duh.
“There is only one way to soften a guy up, and that is to make one part of his body a little harder, if you know what I mean.”
Ugh. Alexis did. Which was exactly why she did not want to go shopping with Miss Free Love.
“Then you need to dress the part,” Callie stated, hands on hips, and looking so very serious.
“I’m doing fine, thank you very much,” Alexis snapped.
But of course that only encouraged Callie, who pointed to Alexis’ current workout clothes.
“Darlin’, you are not in much more than a bra and Spanx. You don’t have much more on than a prostitute in Moulin Rouge .” Callie grabbed Alexis’ hand. “How are you going to fare in nun attire, hmmm?”
Damn, but Callie was right. Plus, she could remember how Dekker’s rough hands had felt coursing over her skin. She wouldn’t mind feeling that again. Which was the problem. She needed to stay focused. And not on his biceps.
She pulled away from her friend. “I think I’m doing just fine on my own.”
“Please!” Callie exclaimed. “You practically threw yourself at him yesterday, and well, he kind of threw you back.”
Yesterday, maybe. But today? Today, he threw himself at her. Pinning her to the ground. His hard-muscled thighs straddling hers. With his lips so close …
But the less Callie knew, the better.
So Alexis answered, “I got him to invite me along tonight.”
“Only because you hit him! Can’t you see it?” Callie threw her hands up in frustration. “He only takes an interest in you when you are in his face! If you want to get close, you have got to show him you are every bit as dark and dangerous as he is.”
Dark and dangerous she could do.
It was the sexy part that Alexis was worried about.
* * *
The buildings whizzed by in a blur through the darkened streets. Rock music blared from the speakers. Dekker never did anything slow—especially drive. About the only thing that came close to the adrenaline rush he got from fighting was pushing his car to the limit. Hearing the engine rev when he accelerated and the squeal of the tires when he made a sharp turn. Never letting up on the gas.
Dekker still hadn’t heard back from Agnes. At this speed he would be at Lexie’s in a few minutes, and he really would prefer to know if he was walking into a trap or not. He had enough enemies inside and outside the law that he couldn’t just take her at her word.
Then why was he taking her? Why expose himself to such a risk? It was the equivalent of lowering his right arm, opening up his blind side. But he knew the answer. It was the way her breath hitched when he pulled her close.
He grabbed his cell phone off the seat and dialed the studio.
“Agnes, got that yet?” he asked, knowing that Agnes would have called if she did.
“No, sorry.”
“Well text me when you do.” He was about to disconnect the call when Agnes’ words came in a rush.
“Grant called. He was agitated, and you know how he gets when he is agitated.”
Shit. He forgot about Grant. Damn Lexie and her wildly off-the-mark kick. His lip still throbbed where it landed. If only he
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