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“Dylan?” I asked.
“I’m thinking.”
It wasn’t a no. “About...?”
“About how crazy this idea is because I was kidnapped, shot, and knocked unconscious while we were on my case. But I do need a job, and I did kinda enjoy the sleuthing thing. We did solve my case, and I bet we’d get better at it with time and experience.”
Yep, she was in. “And to be honest, you knocked your clumsy self unconscious,” I reminded her.
She laughed. “The guys are gonna kill us. You know that, right?”
“Perhaps, but we can’t let a little thing like our impending death dissuade us from an exciting and adventurous career of private investigating. Besides, we’ll be safe. We’ll even call it S.A.F.E. Sexy As Fuck Enterprises.”
Dylan snortedbefore bursting into a full-on belly laugh. “I love it. It’s perfect.”
“Of course it is.”
“Crap.” Dylan was trying to control her laughter. “Ash is coming back. I have to hang up before he asks for details.”
“Don’t you dare tell him what we’re up to. We have to break the news together.”
“Solidarity, Addy. I got you.”
She hung up and I headed for my laptop and started researching thesteps necessary to start a detective agency.
