Page 72 of Positively Pricked
Charlotte leaned forward. "Is there anything else you wanna confess?"
"Like what?"
"Admit it." Her tone grew teasing. "You think Zane Bennington's hot, don’t you?"
Once again, an image of Zane flashed in my mind. As usual, he was beyond sexy, with that thick hair, gorgeous cheekbones, and a body to die for. With an effort I shoved aside the image and reminded myself that he wasnota nice person.
I gave an irritated sigh. "Of course, I think he's hot. But he's a total jerk, so it doesn't count."
Charlotte gave me a knowing smile. "That's whatyouthink."
Already, I'd had enough of Zane Bennington. I didn't want to talk about him, and I sure as heck didn't want to think about him.
Already, he was haunting my thoughts far too often. Oh sure, most of those thoughts were homicidal, but every once in a while, a different kind of thought burrowed its way into my brain.
Like just now.
And it was pretty darn annoying.
Deliberately, I changed the subject. "Back to the catering thing, it was such a total nightmare."
"It wasn'tallbad," she said. "Like you said, the dogs were happy, right?"
"Oh yeah.Theyhad a lovely time. Me, not so much."
"So I've gotta ask," Charlotte said. "How do you know you weren't fired forthat?"
It was a good question. And lucky for me, I had a good answer. "Because," I explained, "everything was mostly smoothed over until Zane got involved. And with the dogs, these things happen, right?"
Charlotte gave me a look. "Not to normal people, they don't."
"Hey, I'm normal."
But Charlotte was shaking her head. "You're not normal." She gave me a cheery smile. "You're better than normal. You're unique."
"You mean like a snowflake?" I frowned. "I'm not sure that's a compliment."
"Well, look on the bright side," she said. "With the money you're making now, you can afford your own dog." She grinned. "And maybe a wrangler, too."
"I don't need a wrangler," I said. "I need a psychic."
"Why?"
"Because I still don't know why Zane hiredmeof all people."
"Did you ask?"
"Sure."
"And what did he say?"
"Nothing. As usual."
"Who knows? Maybe he likes you."
"Him?" I said. "Not a chance."
"Why not?"
