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seemed the beyond fashionably late type.
Callie raced out of the room. Alexis stood in the doorway, listening as the front door squeaked open. She waited for the husky timbre of Dekker’s voice. Instead, she heard Nick’s.
Crap. She totally forgot about their date.
She couldn’t let him see her in this outfit. One look at her low-slung jeans, and Nick would have Beck on speed dial. She lifted her white terry cloth robe off the hook and pulled it over her clothes, clutching it closed at the throat.
Stealing herself for what was to come, she walked down the stairs. Nick stood in the living room dressed in a navy polo shirt and khakis. He seemed more relaxed in his street clothes. When he caught sight of Alexis in her robe, his smile faded.
Callie rushed to explain. “It’s completely my fault, Nick. I swept her away before she could call you.”
Ignoring Callie, Nick looked at Alexis for an explanation. “I thought we had a date?”
“We do. We did,” Alexis corrected, giving Nick an apologetic smile. “I … look, Dekker invited me to a street match tonight.”
Anger washed over Nick’s face. “And you said yes?”
“I figured it was the best way …”
Nick’s glare matched his tone. “Were you even going to tell anyone about this rendezvous?”
“It’s not a rendezvous,” Alexis retorted. But was she trying to convince Nick, or herself? Because it was beginning to feel more and more like a date. A secret date at that. Well, not secret anymore.
“It’s undercover work. You know what it’s like.”
An awkward silence stretched between them.
Alexis cleared her throat, realizing that the time for her date, um, her assignment, was fast approaching. Having Nick hanging out with his cop DNA was not an option.
“Dekker is going to be here any minute, so if you don’t mind?” Alexis gestured toward the door.
She didn’t mean to be rude, but if Nick blew her cover, she just might have to shoot him.
Nick paused on the threshold. He placed a hand on her arm. “Just promise to call me once you are home safe, okay?”
“Yes, of course,” Alexis answered as she shut the door on his overly concerned expression.
Callie peered out the window, watching Nick drive away. The curtain fell as she turned to Alexis. “He is way too nice and understanding.”
“Exactly,” Alexis responded. There wasn’t a lot of heat in too nice. Not like Dekker.
Okay, she seriously needed to stop thinking like that. But before she could regroup and reread Dekker’s file, filled with violence and very little remorse, Callie took her hand and tugged her up the stairs.
“Time to get you gussied up, my little ass-kicking girl.”
Why did Alexis feel like the lamb being led to the slaughter?
CHAPTER 8
Alexis squirmed in her chair like it was seventh grade science class. Only the experiment wasn’t in a test tube. It was on her face.
“Unless you want me to poke out your eye,” Callie said, “I would seriously look straight ahead.”
Sighing, Alexis pointed her eyes forward. Callie’s room couldn’t have been more different than hers. This one was all frills and lace. A floral overstuffed chair took up one corner, while a four-poster bed took up the bulk of the room. Covered in a hot pink comforter and more pillows than Alexis could count, it was a conversation piece, that was for sure.
Alexis glanced down at her watch. Eight forty-five. “Callie,” she warned.
A light tap to the chin is the response she got. “Eyes up.”
“He’s going to be here any second.”
Callie rolled her eyes as she swirled a brush over a compact. “That is what you’ve been saying for the last fifteen minutes. Now, suck in those cheeks. Perfection cannot be hurried.”
Her friend blew excess powder off the makeup brush before grazing it across Alexis’ forehead. “Besides, a guy like that? You’ll be lucky if he gets here by nine.”
Unfortunately for Callie, a horn honked out front.
Callie raced out of the room. Alexis stood in the doorway, listening as the front door squeaked open. She waited for the husky timbre of Dekker’s voice. Instead, she heard Nick’s.
Crap. She totally forgot about their date.
She couldn’t let him see her in this outfit. One look at her low-slung jeans, and Nick would have Beck on speed dial. She lifted her white terry cloth robe off the hook and pulled it over her clothes, clutching it closed at the throat.
Stealing herself for what was to come, she walked down the stairs. Nick stood in the living room dressed in a navy polo shirt and khakis. He seemed more relaxed in his street clothes. When he caught sight of Alexis in her robe, his smile faded.
Callie rushed to explain. “It’s completely my fault, Nick. I swept her away before she could call you.”
Ignoring Callie, Nick looked at Alexis for an explanation. “I thought we had a date?”
“We do. We did,” Alexis corrected, giving Nick an apologetic smile. “I … look, Dekker invited me to a street match tonight.”
Anger washed over Nick’s face. “And you said yes?”
“I figured it was the best way …”
Nick’s glare matched his tone. “Were you even going to tell anyone about this rendezvous?”
“It’s not a rendezvous,” Alexis retorted. But was she trying to convince Nick, or herself? Because it was beginning to feel more and more like a date. A secret date at that. Well, not secret anymore.
“It’s undercover work. You know what it’s like.”
An awkward silence stretched between them.
Alexis cleared her throat, realizing that the time for her date, um, her assignment, was fast approaching. Having Nick hanging out with his cop DNA was not an option.
“Dekker is going to be here any minute, so if you don’t mind?” Alexis gestured toward the door.
She didn’t mean to be rude, but if Nick blew her cover, she just might have to shoot him.
Nick paused on the threshold. He placed a hand on her arm. “Just promise to call me once you are home safe, okay?”
“Yes, of course,” Alexis answered as she shut the door on his overly concerned expression.
Callie peered out the window, watching Nick drive away. The curtain fell as she turned to Alexis. “He is way too nice and understanding.”
“Exactly,” Alexis responded. There wasn’t a lot of heat in too nice. Not like Dekker.
Okay, she seriously needed to stop thinking like that. But before she could regroup and reread Dekker’s file, filled with violence and very little remorse, Callie took her hand and tugged her up the stairs.
“Time to get you gussied up, my little ass-kicking girl.”
Why did Alexis feel like the lamb being led to the slaughter?
CHAPTER 8
Alexis squirmed in her chair like it was seventh grade science class. Only the experiment wasn’t in a test tube. It was on her face.
“Unless you want me to poke out your eye,” Callie said, “I would seriously look straight ahead.”
Sighing, Alexis pointed her eyes forward. Callie’s room couldn’t have been more different than hers. This one was all frills and lace. A floral overstuffed chair took up one corner, while a four-poster bed took up the bulk of the room. Covered in a hot pink comforter and more pillows than Alexis could count, it was a conversation piece, that was for sure.
Alexis glanced down at her watch. Eight forty-five. “Callie,” she warned.
A light tap to the chin is the response she got. “Eyes up.”
“He’s going to be here any second.”
Callie rolled her eyes as she swirled a brush over a compact. “That is what you’ve been saying for the last fifteen minutes. Now, suck in those cheeks. Perfection cannot be hurried.”
Her friend blew excess powder off the makeup brush before grazing it across Alexis’ forehead. “Besides, a guy like that? You’ll be lucky if he gets here by nine.”
Unfortunately for Callie, a horn honked out front.
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