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Evita – And the security.

My lips tip up on one side.

Evita – I mean, thank you for the security at the funeral. You really know your life is in turmoil when you have to watch your back because a hitman is after you while you’re at a funeral. Shit, I’m a mess. Ignore all of this.

Me – You’re welcome.

Evita – Okay. Well, that’s all.

My thumbs hover over the screen as I try to erase thoughts of her ass in that dress, her bare thigh pressed against mine, or the fact she attends funerals on the regular. I’m too obsessed with all of it.

And it’s not lost on me that the funeral aspect of that list is the only thing keeping me from being a complete ass who thinks solely with his dick. Because the other two are definitely dick-driven.

I adjust my junk that’s bigger than it was two minutes ago and text her back.

Me – I got a copy of your accident report.

Evita – Oh. Just one more thing I need to thank you for.

Me – There wasn’t anything in it you hadn’t already told me.

Evita – I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.

Me – There’s nothing else in it to follow up on. So, bad.

Evita – Given the way this week ended, I’m not surprised.

Me – I’m going to call the detective on Monday.

Evita – You’re just racking up the reasons for me to be indebted to you. Do I need to remind you that this isn’t your job?

Me – Going to funerals isn’t a part of your job, yet you do it anyway.

Evita – True.

Me – Is your security detail there?

This time her response isn’t immediate.

Evita – Yes, sitting in his car. But the sun is still shining. He looks conscious and alert.

Me – You’re good then.

Bubbles play at the bottom of the screen. They disappear and return and disappear again.

I stare at my phone and will myself to give her a minute. She started this. So far, it’s been a useless conversation, and I have no clue what she was thinking when she started it.

Too many minutes pass without a message or even more bubbles.

Me – Evie, are you good?

It takes another minute, but she finally answers.

Evita – No. But I will be. I don’t have a choice.

Me – What’s wrong? Besides the obvious.

Evita – Yes, the obvious sucks.

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