Page 164 of Slumming It
She smiled. "Oh, yeah?"
I nodded. "Yeah, Reese was angry that they were mean to you, so he tookmethere to draw them out."
This made her laugh. "So,that'swhat you think?"
"That's what Iknow. He said they were rude to someone he cares about."
"Yeah,you."
"No,you,"I countered.
"Bullshit." Her eyebrows lifted. "Honey, he wouldn't be doing that forme."
"Yeah, well that's bullshit, too."See, she wasn't the only one who could say it."And he made me wear clothes that totally didn't fit."
She squinted from the sofa. "Were they too big or too small?"
"Neither," I said. "I just meant they didn't fit the type of club. The place is a lot more formal, but therewewere, wearing jeans with holes in them."
"Sounds to me like you werebothbait."
I frowned. Funny, I had never thought of it quitethatway.
When I said nothing, Rita leaned forward. "Can I tell you something, girl to girl?"
I nodded.
"Maybe hethoughtyou were bait, but trust me, a guy doesn't go to that much trouble for a girl he doesn't like."
"But you're not listening," I said. "It wasneverfor me. And I bet if you asked Reese, he would tell you the same exact thing."
She nodded. "Probably."
I made a sound of frustration. "See?"
"Just because he lies to himself, it doesn't make it true."
"Is that why you're here?" I said. "To plead his case?"
"No, I'm here because your sister stole something from my condo, and I came to get it back."
"If you mean the photo, she didn'tstealit. She borrowed it."
"Oh, like she 'borrowed' the Beamer, huh?"
I shifted in my seat. "Well, she's not gonnakeepit."
"I know." Rita gave me a cold smile. "Nobody steals from Cameron Slade."
Yikes.
"Anyway," Rita said. "I roll into town today, and what does Reese do? He puts me to workagain– boxing up all of your stuff at the suite."
"It's not really mine," I said. "Well most of it isn't, anyway. I mean,youwere the one who picked everything out."
She gave me a funny look. "Ididn't pick out that stuff. Reese did."
"But he told me—"
