Page 65 of Trust My Bodyguard

Yolanda came over then. She was thrilled to see us, and I was grateful for her help. Not only did she keep an eye on the apartment in our absence, but she also offered her cleaning lady’s information. The one-time deal to get the apartment cleaned was worth every penny. I owe her big time. Our home looks right again. Well, as right as it can be given the circumstances.

The planters and a couple of furniture pieces got destroyed and the cops carted away some personal items for “evidence,” but I can’t complain. Iris and I are unharmed. What does it matter if the apartment is a little sparse? On the bright side, there’s more room for my sister to skip about in her excitement.

She appears before me again, holding up two dresses. “Blue or green?”

“Uh…” The glare from the computer screen makes it so I take a minute to focus.

“Green it is.” She tosses the blue dress right there on the living room floor and shimmies into the green one. “He said he likes the color of my eyes. The green looks like my eyes.”

“When?” Between taking our reports of the break-in, driving us to Pine Peaks, and meeting with him after Sergeant Crams brought us back, I wonder when Callum and Iris found the time to discuss eye colors.

Yep. The detective that handled our case is taking my sister out.

“The last time we were at the precinct,” she says.

“Ah,” is all I say.

She looks at the wall clock and takes off on a run. “I’m gonna be late.”

“Then move faster,” I grumble as I try to pick up where I left off in my work. “Quietly.”

Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy for my sister. I haven’t seen her this excited for anything in a long time and Callum is a good guy.He called and asked me if he could take her out. I thought that was sweet and respectful.

I’m just insanely jealous. She gets to dress up and look pretty and get taken out by a nice man while I’m caught between work and thinking abouthim.

“Heels or flats?” She returns with two footwear options.

I try to be supportive. “Where’s he taking you?”

“He said somewhere nice. What does nice mean? Is that upscale and fancy? Or a nice, little café?”

“I-I don’t know.” I wish I could help. I’m not a dating or men expert. Hell, the only experience I’ve had with a man has left me more confused and browbeaten than anything else has.

“I’d do flats,” she says.

“Yeah?”

“In case we take a walk.”

“Uh-huh.”

She slips on the flats and hurries to the bedroom. “Tell me if my phone rings.”

It does start to ring but I put the call on silent. He can wait a few minutes while she finishes her makeup. It’s best if she feels confident about her looks the entire night than to impress him with her promptness.

“Okay. I’m done.” Iris comes into the living room and spins around. “How do I look?”

“Gorgeous.” I feel like one of her fans right now. She’s even more stunning in real life than she is on TV. “Have fun.”

“Thank you, sis!” She picks her phone up. “Ivy… He called!”

“He can wait. Doesn’t he know he’s takingtheIris out?”

“Don’t say that.” She giggles. “I’ll call him back.”

She puts it on speakerphone. It doesn’t beep before he picks up.

“Sorry,” he says. “I hope I’m not rushing you. I just… I’m downstairs.”

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