I roll the window down, and the smell of trees sneaks inside.
‘You won’t be able to get away with your lie,’she mutters, and my attention goes back to her.
“No? And what should I do? Tell them the truth? No fucking way,” I mumble before continuing in my head.‘This is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard. I can’t tell them that David Moore had gifted me the car. Or that he’d given me money. I’d rather hide everything from them than come clean about it.’
‘Sure. And ride the bus in the meantime?’
‘Yeah. Why not?’
I think about it for a moment.
‘I might have an argument with David at some point and return his gifts. And then what? What am I supposed to say then? That we were lovers? That he was my client?’
Client.
Mmm. That sounds dirty and delicious.
It brings Rain’s book to the front of my mind, pushing a quiver of naughty pleasure through me.
‘An argument about what? The color of your butt plug?’she retorts, and I crack a smile.
‘You didn’t just say that. Why do you have to eavesdrop all the time.’
‘Sorry. I’m in your head. That’s what I do.’Her hands go up.‘I know, I know. I need to mind my own business… Anyway…’She sounds tired.‘Keep it a secret as much as you want. You’ll only make your life more difficult than it already is.’
“That’s all right,” I drawl.‘I can live with that. I’ll park my new ride down the block and buy a safe box for the money.’
‘Ahem… You don’t have money to buy a safe box for the money that you don’t want to spend.’
I bite my lip.
‘Noted.’
‘She used a shoe box. Rain Morgan, that is. Morgan before she became a Sexton,’the voice inside my head reminds me.
‘Yeah, yeah. I remember.’
‘Then you must also remember that you don’t have any shoe boxes left. You tossed them out because they occupied too much space.’
I inhale slowly.
“Thank you for reminding me that too,” I mutter, steering the car right and entering my neighborhood.
‘Cool. I’m glad I can help.’
“Sure, asshole…” I say under my breath, taking another right and surveilling the neighborhood.
Everybody’s asleep.
‘I heard that.’
‘I had no doubt. Now get lost.’
‘Sure. That’s how you thank me, bitter call girl wannabe.’
I laugh, gripping the steering wheel and pulling the car a little farther away from my home but not too far.
‘Okay. Bye,’I toss at her.