Page 55 of Don't Quit the Day Job

Skye shakes her head. "I would, but I absolutely hate exercise and I am just exhausted. But if you really want me to…"

"No, it's okay." I smile at her. "I don't want you to burn out. Plus, it's an hour-long class."

"Oh, yeah. Then definitely no. There's no way I could handle that."

My phone rings and I look down at it and groan. It's Max. "I have to take this," I say. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Okay, see you tomorrow. Good luck tonight."

"Thanks, Skye," I say as I answer the phone. "Hello, can I help you?"

"Hey there, Lila. It's me. Max."

"I know it's you. What do you want? I'm just leaving the office."

"Oh, so you're still here?"

"I'm not here. I literally just walked out the building and I'm about to?—"

"Are you planning on doing any work this evening?" he asks.

"Um, not technically. Why?"

"What do you mean not technically?"

"I mean I'm trying to do some reconnaissance on Mrs. Whittington, but I don't think you really consider that work."

"I would like to come with you," he says.

"What do you mean you'd like to come with me? You don't even know where I'm going."

“I know that your plan is to try and have a conversation with her, right?"

“Yeah, but..."

"But nothing. I'd like to see you in action."

"What do you mean see me in action? It's not like I really am Sherlock Holmes."

"I know.” He chuckles. “But this is my case and I would like?—"

"Fine," I say, cutting him off. "If you can be outside within five minutes, you can come with me. But if you're not, then you can't."

"I'll be there in three," he says and hangs up. I take a deep breath and quickly brush my fingers through my hair. I don't know why my heart is racing like this.

A few minutes later, Max walks out of the front of the building, a wry smile on his handsome face. "So, where are we off to?" he asks.

"We're going to a spin class." I look him up and down. "So you really are not going to be able to wear that suit."

"I don't think you're going to be able to wear what you're wearing either."

"And that's why I'm headed home first."

"Well, I guess I will have to head home as well."

"Okay. I'll text you the location of the?—"

"No," he says, cutting me off. I see him signal to Henry and I frown.

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