Armed and Fabulous (Lexi Graves Mysteries) by Camilla Chafer Page B
Authors: Camilla Chafer
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for a third slice.
"Maybe. Maddox will tell me in the morning if they did."
"You think he's going to drop by on a Saturday?"
In all the excitement, I had forgotten it was Friday night and that I wouldn't be in the office in the morning. Normally, it would be a blessed relief. I would go out, shake off the office cobwebs, with my nails painted, wearing a pretty dress and hit the bars with Lily, if she wasn't working, or maybe with Traci or Alice if they could get a pass out. Or I would have a nice night in front of the television, facemask on, nail polish ready and a bunch of snacks by my side. My third option was spending the evening with one of my brothers, or, on rare occasions, babysitting. Serena, funnily enough, never fit into my plans and that was a mutual thing. As it was, I'd veered out of my routine and started the weekend with a B&E a fter fleeing the scene of a crime. I was fairly certain tampering with a corpse would never stick, seeing as I hadn't even touched Dean.
But the thought of Maddox dropping by was a little weird, and, if I really thought about it, quite nice. It was sweet that he had checked up on me several times through the past couple of days and even offered to come to my parents ’ with me . Although I was still a little cross about the whole drugging thing.
However, h e hadn't mentioned anything about stopping by, but then, I doubt he thought it was necessary as long as someone else was keeping an eye on me. Maybe I was reading to o much into it because I liked him. He was good looking, and he had a cool job and danger didn’t scare him. I liked him a whole lot more now than when he was just my new, annoying boss. I'd take an excuse to hang out with him quite happily, so long as the conversation avoided dead things and the possibility of me being next.
Thinking about Maddox made me think about Solomon. Tall, brooding, quiet Solomon. I wondered how he spent his weekends; if he hung out at home and did normal things. I couldn't imagine him dragging out a lawn mower on a Saturday morning, or tending a garden. I also couldn't imagine him stripping drywall, or painting, or cooking or going shopping at the mall. I was fairly certain he could do all of those things, because men like Solomon could do anything. It just didn't fit with the image in my mind of him disappearing off on some kind of commando mission at the drop of a hat.
"I don't know," I said. "I guess if Maddox wants me, he'll find me."
"Hope you're naked when that happens."
"Lily!" Still, I had a hard time struggling with how that could be a bad idea.
She stuck out her tongue and changed the subject . "You want to come to my spin class tomorrow to work off the pizza?"
"Is the hunky instructor going to be there? The one with the dreadlocks?"
"Anton? Yeah. He's the only reason anyone goes." Lily sighed.
"Count me in."
Chapter Six
My bedside phone woke me at what felt like the crack of dawn. I stuck a hand out from under the covers and grappled for i t . I knock ed it out of the charger first , forcing me to lean o ver the edge of the bed to search for it on the floor. I found it, hit “ answer ” and pressed it against my ear as I shuffled back under the covers.
"What are you doing?" asked Serena, her condescending tone barely spared from becoming a sneer.
"Hello to you too," I said, stifling a yawn.
She cut right to the point. "We need to talk baby shower."
"Aren't I supposed to be planning it?"
"You are , but I want to make sure you get it right. I have a scrapbook of ideas and a list of places you need to scope out for the venue ."
"How thick is this scrapbook?"
"Seventy- six pages." My brain winced. "It's divided into boy, girl and neutral. We don't know what it is yet though."
"So we just need to look at neutral?" I asked hopefully.
"No! We need to look at everything because maybe we'll do a boy/girl theme with neutral elements. We need to decide on food and drinks. I'm thinking
"Maybe. Maddox will tell me in the morning if they did."
"You think he's going to drop by on a Saturday?"
In all the excitement, I had forgotten it was Friday night and that I wouldn't be in the office in the morning. Normally, it would be a blessed relief. I would go out, shake off the office cobwebs, with my nails painted, wearing a pretty dress and hit the bars with Lily, if she wasn't working, or maybe with Traci or Alice if they could get a pass out. Or I would have a nice night in front of the television, facemask on, nail polish ready and a bunch of snacks by my side. My third option was spending the evening with one of my brothers, or, on rare occasions, babysitting. Serena, funnily enough, never fit into my plans and that was a mutual thing. As it was, I'd veered out of my routine and started the weekend with a B&E a fter fleeing the scene of a crime. I was fairly certain tampering with a corpse would never stick, seeing as I hadn't even touched Dean.
But the thought of Maddox dropping by was a little weird, and, if I really thought about it, quite nice. It was sweet that he had checked up on me several times through the past couple of days and even offered to come to my parents ’ with me . Although I was still a little cross about the whole drugging thing.
However, h e hadn't mentioned anything about stopping by, but then, I doubt he thought it was necessary as long as someone else was keeping an eye on me. Maybe I was reading to o much into it because I liked him. He was good looking, and he had a cool job and danger didn’t scare him. I liked him a whole lot more now than when he was just my new, annoying boss. I'd take an excuse to hang out with him quite happily, so long as the conversation avoided dead things and the possibility of me being next.
Thinking about Maddox made me think about Solomon. Tall, brooding, quiet Solomon. I wondered how he spent his weekends; if he hung out at home and did normal things. I couldn't imagine him dragging out a lawn mower on a Saturday morning, or tending a garden. I also couldn't imagine him stripping drywall, or painting, or cooking or going shopping at the mall. I was fairly certain he could do all of those things, because men like Solomon could do anything. It just didn't fit with the image in my mind of him disappearing off on some kind of commando mission at the drop of a hat.
"I don't know," I said. "I guess if Maddox wants me, he'll find me."
"Hope you're naked when that happens."
"Lily!" Still, I had a hard time struggling with how that could be a bad idea.
She stuck out her tongue and changed the subject . "You want to come to my spin class tomorrow to work off the pizza?"
"Is the hunky instructor going to be there? The one with the dreadlocks?"
"Anton? Yeah. He's the only reason anyone goes." Lily sighed.
"Count me in."
Chapter Six
My bedside phone woke me at what felt like the crack of dawn. I stuck a hand out from under the covers and grappled for i t . I knock ed it out of the charger first , forcing me to lean o ver the edge of the bed to search for it on the floor. I found it, hit “ answer ” and pressed it against my ear as I shuffled back under the covers.
"What are you doing?" asked Serena, her condescending tone barely spared from becoming a sneer.
"Hello to you too," I said, stifling a yawn.
She cut right to the point. "We need to talk baby shower."
"Aren't I supposed to be planning it?"
"You are , but I want to make sure you get it right. I have a scrapbook of ideas and a list of places you need to scope out for the venue ."
"How thick is this scrapbook?"
"Seventy- six pages." My brain winced. "It's divided into boy, girl and neutral. We don't know what it is yet though."
"So we just need to look at neutral?" I asked hopefully.
"No! We need to look at everything because maybe we'll do a boy/girl theme with neutral elements. We need to decide on food and drinks. I'm thinking
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