Page 59 of Trials of a One Night Stand
“No. I’m fine.” I give Jayne another hard stare, hoping to alert her, but I’m not the telepath I seem to think I am.
Fuck it. I’ll never figure out the puzzle.
Wait. What am I thinking? Nate Lowe doesn’t give up on a challenge. She texted me, something she never does without prompting. Besides, the bodyguards will be with her. They can tell me where she is.
Not the fairest way to figure out where to meet her, but whatever works.
And then it hits me—Enola House on Edgar Avenue. Zelda mentioned watching the TV show about Enola Holmes, Sherlock’s teenage sister, with Jack, so that must be the answer to Jayne’s puzzle.
I check the satellite images. I almost shout in triumph. Instead, I pump my fist. On a tree-lined street of three-story red brick buildings is a large apartment building—Enola House. I need to figure out which apartment, but the bodyguards will help me out since I’m paying their salaries.
As for the street being more pleasant than its namesake, of course the name must be Edgar, the rude hotel clerk from our first night together. I can’t help but smile.
I now have the street and building. Though I don’t know why we couldn’t just meet at Roddy and Mano’s house.
Is this some kind of role-play scenario or game? If so, that could be interesting. As NSFW images fill my mind, the judge enters.
Jayne glances my way, winks, and licks her lips.
“All rise.”
Never has a truer phrase been spoken.
I climb the steps to the double-fronted Enola House and face a panel of buttons for each apartment. I have no clue which one I need to press. I could try each one, but there have to be at least eighty buttons, and knowing my luck, someone involved in the case might live here—or, worse—a reporter. The media coverage of the case has been lighter than expected, and I don’t want that to change.
Sighing, I grab my phone from my pocket and reread Jayne’s text. The line about what we want to do to each other has to be a clue about where I’m supposed to go next. I’m assuming the bodyguards know exactly which apartment she’s in, but I want to figure this out for myself.
What has a number?
As I stare at the panel, a sexual position pops into my head. Yes, I’d love to do that with Jayne, but can it be this easy?
Granted, I had to think about the clue for a minute, but I have no other options.
Might as well try it.
I press 69.
A buzz sounds, and the lock on the doors clicks. Yes! I pump my fist in the air then grab the handle and push.
I make my way to number sixty-nine, which doesn’t take me too long. The older building is nice with lots of character. I imagine whoever lives here must do well for themselves. It doesn’t look like a place that would have cheap rent.
When I reach the apartment, a quaint welcome doormat greets me. I knock.
A dog barks from the other side of the door as if it’s a vicious guard dog protecting a valuable treasure. Jayne is one, but that’s unexpected, and questions form in my mind.
The door opens, and Jayne stands there holding what can only be described as a brown mutt. The dog doesn’t look mean at all, especially with a knit sweater on and little booties on his feet. The light blue collar even matches the sweater. Okay, that’s…sweet.
Is she practicing dressing the baby with someone’s dog? Though I don’t see a diaper.
Jayne’s wearing leggings that show off her long, toned legs and a purple T-shirt. Man, she looks hot. “You found me.”
“I’m a very good riddle solver.” The dog pants in her arms, and I motion to it. “Who’s this?”
“Dodge. He belongs to Lottie and her boyfriend. They’re out for the evening, and their neighbor who usually checks on Dodge is busy, so I offered to take him for a walk and feed him dinner.”
“And see me.”
She smiles. “That too.”
