Page 13 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
“Ugh.Fine. I’m maayyyybee a tiny, itty bitty, little bit jealous that you’ve found the love of your life.”
I snorted. “We’ve been dating for like two days. Well, I guess this is day three?”
“Day three, yep. And don’t act like you don’t think Miles is the love of your life. You’ve been in love with the guy since high school.”
“I didn’t know him back then, and we’re still getting to know each other now.”
Lyric paused for a beat, then asked in a sort of rushed whisper, “What happened?”
Rolling my eyes at myself—of course Lyric picked up on it—I sighed as I made a turn. “Nothing.”
“Win. Spill.”
“Ugh, fine. So… we had a visitor last night.”
“From the sound of your voice, I can’t tell if this was a person visit, a ghost visit, or some other kind of… creature.”
“Why would I call a ghost or creature a visitor?”
“I don’t know, but now you’re trying to stall. Spill it, Winter Alexander Montgomery, or I’m gonna show up at your work and kick your little tush.”
“My tush isn’t little.”
“Winter!”
“My god, you’re feisty this morning.”
“I’m on my third cup of coffee. Sue me.”
I glanced at the clock in shock. “It’s barely eight-thirty in the morning.”
“I’m well aware. Stop changing the subject. Who came to visit you two?”
“This… guy. A detective.”
Lyric sucked in a huge breath. “Winter, tell me you and Miles aren’t in trouble.”
I rolled my eyes again. “Of course we aren’t.”
“Good. I can’t go through you in prison again. I won’t survive without seeing my bestie at least four times a week.”
Shaking my head at them, I snorted. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Yes, yes, I’m fabulous. You can tell me again.”
“That’s not—you know what? Never mind. My lovely, fabulous best friend, the guy was Miles’s ex-partner.”
“Ohh. Oh no. You met the ex already? I can’t believe Miles dated a detective.”
“No, they didn’t date. They were work partners.”
For once in their life, Lyric was quiet for a full thirty seconds—definitely some kind of record. Finally, they said, “Miles was a detective? Is that what you’re telling me?”
“Yep.” I popped the P.
“Wow.”
“Right?”
