Page 41 of Save the Drama for your Mama
Cooper nodded. “I bumped it up. Three thousand words is my new daily goal.”
“And how many do you have so far today?”
He sighed. “Two hundred.”
I winced. “Ouch. That’s not good.”
“Yeah, too many distractions.”
He gave me a certain look that made me believe I was the biggest distraction of all. Ever since I’d run into him in his boxers in the hallway the other night, he’d been acting strange and distant, darting into rooms at just the sight of me. I didn’t doubt his issues concentrating, but it was almost as if I made him uncomfortable and that was why he was steering clear of me.
I called him on it. “Are you avoiding me?”
Cooper hesitated. “No.”
His shifty eyes told a very different story.
I gave him a look that said I wasn’t buying his answer, then waited him out.
He blew out a breath.There it is . . .“Okay, maybe a little, but if it makes you feel better, I’m avoiding everybody.” He looked away a little too fast, as if he were hiding something.
“It doesn’t,” I replied. “I respect your writing time, you know that, so if you have been trying to write, but failing, I’m not to blame. Unless . . . does this have to do with what happened the other night?”
Cooper shifted. “What happened the other night?”
“You tell me,” I said, wondering why it was so difficult for him to talk about our little half-naked collision in the hallway.
Yes, it was a little awkward, but nothing else happened!
“You’re the one who thinks something happened,” he said.
“And you don’t?”
“That depends—what are we talking about?”
I glared at him.
He glared at me.
We were back to that, were we?
Cooper rolled his eyes and gave in. “Look, Melody . . .”
I waved him off. “Okay, forget about that. I’m pretty sure I know the location of the safe deposit box that matches your key.”
“How did you figure that out?” he asked.
“I have my sources,” I said, wiggling my eyebrows. “Mind if I take a look at it?”
Cooper hesitated before shrugging. “Sure, why not?” He pulled the key from his front pocket and handed it to me.
I blinked. “You just carry it around with you all day?”
“Yes, but I am verylow keyabout it,” he said dryly.
“Oh, brother.” I turned over the key, inspecting the markings, then pulled out my phone and scrolled to the picture Abigail had sent me.
“CalPrivate Bank,” I mused.
