Page 46 of Fluke
Excuse me?
I press my lips together, curiosity getting the best of me, and pull my phone out of my pocket.
“Jess?”
“No, you may not see my emails.”
Her hands go to her hips. “Please?”
“What are you up to, Pip?”
She reaches for my phone in a quick, bold move. Unfortunately for her, I’m quicker.I hold it up in the air and effectively out of her reach.
“Please, don’t look at them. At least not with me standing here,” she says, hopping a whole foot off the ground to try to reach the device.
I chuckle. “What did you do?”
“Give it to me.” She hops again. “Now.”
“Not a chance.” I swipe the screen and find my email app as she tries to tug my arm down. “Will you stop it?”
“Jess,” she says, fake crying. She stops hopping. “Wait.”
I laugh at her little pout. “You are so fucking cute.”
“I hate you.”
“You do not.”
The app opens, and I scan my inbox. It’s the third message from the top that catches my attention.
Plum, Pippa
Re: SEEKING AN EX-HUSBAND
My body stills—everything except my heart. That organ thumps so hard that I wonder if Pippa can hear it.
She looks up at me through her thick lashes like she’s not sure whether to run, cry, or laugh.
Sweet, silly girl.
But I won’t let you off the hook that easy.
“What’s this?” I ask, teasing her.
“Don’t be a dick.”
I chuckle. “I sense you’re flustered. Why don’t you go have a seat somewhere while I read my emails?”
“Keep it up, and I’ll send that email to Banks.”
I dip my head and lift my brows. “I wouldhighlysuggest you don’t do that.”
She grins, biting her bottom lip.You better watch it…
“Why not?” she asks like an innocent little thing she’s not.
I could play this back and forth with her all night. And on any normal day, I’d love to. But on a normal day, I wouldn’t have received an email from her that looks like a wanted ad.
