Page 72 of Honorable Convictions
“We have a house full of beautiful furniture, and you set your damn glass down like it’s not going to mar the wood. I bought a bathrobe too.”
“Now that’s just mean. Why do you need a bathrobe?”
“To wear when I get out of the shower. How is that mean?”
“Blondie, the last thing I want is for you to be more covered up.”
“You have a one-track mind.”
“Are you complaining?”
“No, I’m pointing it out. It’s a short bathrobe.”
“It better be high enough to see ass cheeks.”
“What would be the point of buying it if it didn’t even cover up my ass?”
“That’s where the meanness inside you comes into play.”
“Do you need to get back to work?”
“You kidding? I’ve been staring at files until my eyes crossed. Tell me what else you bought.”
“I got a couple of picture frames for my desk. And some other accessories to…I don’t know, to personalize it or something.”
“Good, fill them with pictures of me.”
“And us.”
“I’ll be happy to pose nude for you later.”
“Of course you would. I don’t want your dick on my desk. I found a little skull thing that you plug in and put these chunks of scented wax in to melt.”
“What’s that for?”
“To make the house smell nice.”
“I don’t get it, but okay.”
When Pierson’s phone beeped, telling him he had another incoming call, he was so excited he nearly hung up on Mitchell without a word. “I gotta go, Mitch. I love you.”
Vaguely he heard Mitchell respond in kind and while he’d normally feel glowy at those words, he was too interested in speaking to Reverent Knight Conley, who was interrupting his fun conversation with Mitchell.
“JK Murphy,” Pierson said into his device once he’d swiped to accept it.
“Hey, Pierson, it’s Conley, how are you doing?”
“Wonderful, and yourself?”
“Pretty good. Obviously, Kyle gave us your message, what’s going on? Everything okay? How’s the home search going?”
“Fantastic. I’ve found a place and have settled in. Kyle’s already updated the chip in my identification card. I’ve managed to get unpacked and I was calling because since I’ve finished up everything so fast, I was hoping you’d be okay with me returning tomorrow instead of waiting until Monday.”
“Congratulations! That’s great and while I’m encouraged by your enthusiasm, we’re going to insist that you remain focused on you this week. We didn’t agree that Monday would be your start date, let alone tomorrow.”
Pierson nearly whimpered at the idea of an endless eternity of not doing his job. “When were you thinking that I’d return?”
“Since you did find a place, I’m okay with Monday but no sooner, Pierson. This is your first vacation, and I want you to maximize it.”
