I pull out and let go.
20
FUCKING NAMASTE
King
Brax: Tim approved your op plan. I’m bringing a guy from tech with us so we can grab more phone numbers. Micah is coordinating backup. We’re good to go.
Me: Thanks. It should be straight forward even though Dex is using this as a test run. Pick up the money and get out.
Brax: Pick up the money and not get burned.
Me: That too.
Brax: But should you get burned, we need a rescue word. Especially after what happened last time. We were about to bust through the doorsof The Pink.
Me: Let’s go with Caribbean. I won’t need it though.
Brax: Perfect. But that’s not why I’m reaching out. While you’re busy playing house with your fake fiancée, Tim’s boss’s boss stopped by to talk about your case.
Me: No shit?
Brax: Yep. Your case has gotten attention. He wanted a debrief.
Brax: And you were not here.
Me: Fuck.
Brax: You can say that again. I walked by during their open-door meeting. You should’ve heard Tim making excuses for you.
Me: Great. Just fucking great.
Brax: By the way, if the big boss ever asks you why a haircut was so important in the middle of a work day during one of the biggest cases to hit the Miami Division, you’ll know why.
Me: A haircut? That’s the best he could come up with?
Brax: Let’s just say your hair is infamous.
Me: Fuck me.
Brax: Indeed. Consider yourself fucked. Landyn trims me up every other week. Micah has that I-don’t-give-a-fuck look. No one really knows if he just rolled out of bed or took a shower. You, on the other hand, require a lot of product to maintain your Hollywood do.
Me: I do not require a lot of product.
Brax: I beg to differ. I happen to sleep with your stylist, and she tells me how much you buy. Don’t get me wrong. I appreciate it. You might single handedly stock my beer fridge.
Me: I’m done talking about my hair. I’m also going to pretend this never happened.
Micah: You fuckers are chatty. I just got home. Evie made me go to yoga with her. I’ve never felt worse about myself. This must be how you feel all the time at your age, Your Highness.
Me: Again with the age…
Brax: You went to yoga? Do you even fit on a mat?
Micah: I’m married to a doctor, and we have two kids. Zane is teething, and it seems like every senior citizen in southern Florida has been hospitalized in the last two weeks. If I wanted to spend time with my wife, I had no choice but to go to yoga. I did get to watch her bend like a pretzel and sweat her ass off in tights for an hour. Even if I was traumatized by the experience, it was hot.
Brax: Teething. That sucks. Have you tried Benadryl?