Page 8 of Beauty and the Cop
"I'm a detective, Dimples."
"Well, excuse me then," she mutters, sassing the shit out of me. "Worry about yourself,Detective."
"Fine." I hold up my hands, smirking at her. "Then I won't tell you that the cat outside my window at three a.m. is going to fall in love with you."
She gasps like she's outraged and launches a piece of bread at my head, but I don't miss the grin on her lips or the amusement in her eyes. "I see how it is," she retorts when I duck the flying bread. "I let you borrow my phone. I feed you. And still, you insult me."
"You were humming Tupac off-key. That's a sin."
"Save it." She sticks her nose up in the air at me. "I've got your number now."
She does, actually.
"Oh, yeah?" I stride forward, grabbing the plates from her hands. "I have a feeling you'll get over it."
"We'll see," she mutters.
"Where am I taking these?"
"Living room. Since you insulted me, you get to suffer for your food."
"That…sounds fucking ominous, actually."
Her only response is a soft laugh.
Chapter Three
Elsie
"What the fuck isthis?" Noah asks, his brows furrowed as he stares at the TV like he's never seen one before.
"Well, that's a television," I tease before lifting the remote. "And this is a remote. If you press buttons on this thing, it works that thing. Kinda like magic."
He narrows his eyes at me. "I meant, what the fuck are we watching, Dimples?"
"The Masked Singer."
He stares at me blankly.
"They dress up in costumes and put on performances, and then the judges try to figure out who they are based on a set of clues. They're all famous people."
"And they willingly put that shit on?" He quirks a brow at me. "They can't be that famous, then."
"Some of them are," I protest through laughter. "It's a fun show."
"Your idea of fun and mine are drastically different."
"What do you watch? Wait! Let me guess." I tap my bottom lip like I'm really thinking about it.
"If you sayLivePDorCops…"
"I was actually going to go withTiger King," I say conversationally. "It seems right up your alley."
"FuckingTiger King," he mutters, making me laugh. "I do not watchTiger King."
"Tickled?Cat Dancers?Finders Keepers?" I suggest, balancing my plate on my knees.
"I don't even know what the fuck any of those are." He scoops up a big bite of lasagna. "But I'm deeply disturbed that you do."
