unif—”
He cut me off. “I have one, I simply don’t wear it to work anymore. But if that’s your kink thing, I can wear it for you.”
I drained the rest of my Guinness because no one in the Mac family wasted Guinness. Then I stood. “There are many things in the world that are uncertain. Right now, the biggest uncertainty for me is, who killed Mr. Banning. But there is one absolute certainty you can bank on. You and I, kink or not. Are. Never. Going. To. Happen.”
I walked out then because sometimes saying less is more.
And because imagining Cal in his uniform was a picture that no amount of thinking about kids, or even my parents, could erase.
My living room was respectable looking, but I’d simply shoveled all the boys’ things into their rooms. I thought about tackling them.
But I couldn’t find the energy.
I called Tiny instead. “Wanna chick-flick it tonight?”
“I’ll bring the ice cream.”
Half an hour later, Tiny walked in the door. “You really should start locking the door. You just cleaned a murder scene. Door locking needs to be a priority.”
“I knew you were coming.”
“I’d have waited for you to unlock it.” She stopped scolding and held a bag aloft. “Hollywood Walk of Shame Ice Cream. I got a whole gallon.”
“Do we need bowls, or just two spoons?”
“Spoons.
The Hollywood Walk of Shame Ice cream was my favorite ice cream, a concoction that no dieting Diva would ever consider. Since I wasn’t a Diva, I didn’t worry about it and simply dug into the gooey confection. Chocolate jimmies, chocolate chips, brownies, chocolate-covered nuts, chocolate-covered raisins… Well, you get the picture. If it was chocolate, it was probably in it.
I turned on Legally Blonde .
It had been on my mind since I met Shaley Banning. It was a chick-flick, but it was also a murder mystery. Elle needed to find out if Brooke Taylor Windham really killed her husband, and if not, who did.
I liked the parallel between Elle Wood’s journey and mine. Elle had to keep a sorority sister out of jail…I had to keep my best friend and myself out of jail. Thoughts of my uncle, wrinkled unicorn tattoos and bloodied Mortie’s kept flitting through my head.
Who killed Mr. Banning?
I didn’t think it was his daughter (spoiler alert) like in Legally Blonde .
I didn’t think it was either of his ex-wives.
“I need to go see his current girlfriend,” I murmured to myself.
Tiny hit pause and stared at me. “Mr. Banning’s?”
I nodded.
“Did you find—”
I cut her off. “No, don’t ask anything, and don’t tell me anything more about your relationship with him. I don’t think it’s wise for you to talk about it with anyone. Not even me. No one can be called to testify about things they don’t know.”
“Do you think it will come to that?” she asked, her voice shaky.
“No. I don’t. But we have to be smart and plan for every contingency. “
She nodded. “But can’t you get in to see Cassandra the same way you saw his ex?”
Cassandra? “Wait, you know who Mr. Banning’s girlfriend is?”
“Anyone who reads any tabloid knows he’s seeing Cassandra Yu.” She paused, looked at me and said, “That’s right, you don’t read industry news.”
“I don’t mind industry news, I just don’t like gossip.”
When Jerry and I divorced, there had been gossip. I wasn’t a name, but Jerry was well known in the industry. That was enough to make our divorce and his rapid remarriage an item. I’d avoided the gossip mags ever since.
“Cassandra Yu. I’ll make a call and tell Cassandra that she’s won a free cleaning.” I wondered if Cal knew Mr. Banning’s girlfriend’s name. Probably. He was a cop.
“Now, tell me about the wedding,” I said, wanting to change
He cut me off. “I have one, I simply don’t wear it to work anymore. But if that’s your kink thing, I can wear it for you.”
I drained the rest of my Guinness because no one in the Mac family wasted Guinness. Then I stood. “There are many things in the world that are uncertain. Right now, the biggest uncertainty for me is, who killed Mr. Banning. But there is one absolute certainty you can bank on. You and I, kink or not. Are. Never. Going. To. Happen.”
I walked out then because sometimes saying less is more.
And because imagining Cal in his uniform was a picture that no amount of thinking about kids, or even my parents, could erase.
My living room was respectable looking, but I’d simply shoveled all the boys’ things into their rooms. I thought about tackling them.
But I couldn’t find the energy.
I called Tiny instead. “Wanna chick-flick it tonight?”
“I’ll bring the ice cream.”
Half an hour later, Tiny walked in the door. “You really should start locking the door. You just cleaned a murder scene. Door locking needs to be a priority.”
“I knew you were coming.”
“I’d have waited for you to unlock it.” She stopped scolding and held a bag aloft. “Hollywood Walk of Shame Ice Cream. I got a whole gallon.”
“Do we need bowls, or just two spoons?”
“Spoons.
The Hollywood Walk of Shame Ice cream was my favorite ice cream, a concoction that no dieting Diva would ever consider. Since I wasn’t a Diva, I didn’t worry about it and simply dug into the gooey confection. Chocolate jimmies, chocolate chips, brownies, chocolate-covered nuts, chocolate-covered raisins… Well, you get the picture. If it was chocolate, it was probably in it.
I turned on Legally Blonde .
It had been on my mind since I met Shaley Banning. It was a chick-flick, but it was also a murder mystery. Elle needed to find out if Brooke Taylor Windham really killed her husband, and if not, who did.
I liked the parallel between Elle Wood’s journey and mine. Elle had to keep a sorority sister out of jail…I had to keep my best friend and myself out of jail. Thoughts of my uncle, wrinkled unicorn tattoos and bloodied Mortie’s kept flitting through my head.
Who killed Mr. Banning?
I didn’t think it was his daughter (spoiler alert) like in Legally Blonde .
I didn’t think it was either of his ex-wives.
“I need to go see his current girlfriend,” I murmured to myself.
Tiny hit pause and stared at me. “Mr. Banning’s?”
I nodded.
“Did you find—”
I cut her off. “No, don’t ask anything, and don’t tell me anything more about your relationship with him. I don’t think it’s wise for you to talk about it with anyone. Not even me. No one can be called to testify about things they don’t know.”
“Do you think it will come to that?” she asked, her voice shaky.
“No. I don’t. But we have to be smart and plan for every contingency. “
She nodded. “But can’t you get in to see Cassandra the same way you saw his ex?”
Cassandra? “Wait, you know who Mr. Banning’s girlfriend is?”
“Anyone who reads any tabloid knows he’s seeing Cassandra Yu.” She paused, looked at me and said, “That’s right, you don’t read industry news.”
“I don’t mind industry news, I just don’t like gossip.”
When Jerry and I divorced, there had been gossip. I wasn’t a name, but Jerry was well known in the industry. That was enough to make our divorce and his rapid remarriage an item. I’d avoided the gossip mags ever since.
“Cassandra Yu. I’ll make a call and tell Cassandra that she’s won a free cleaning.” I wondered if Cal knew Mr. Banning’s girlfriend’s name. Probably. He was a cop.
“Now, tell me about the wedding,” I said, wanting to change
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