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I drew in a deep breath, lifted my hand, and knocked on the door of Clare’s apartment. I managed to slip into her building when someone else was walking out, and only because the doorman was busy flirting with a female delivery person.
The door opened and Clare stared at me. She poked her head out and looked each way down the hall before focusing back on me.
“How in the hell did you get in here?” she asked.
“Someone needs to tell the doorman not to flirt with the cute UPS delivery lady. I just walked in when someone was walking out.”
“Ugh. Was it a young kid, dirty blonde hair?”
I pointed to her. “That’s him.”
“Damn it. I’m going to file a complaint right now!” she said, spinning and walking back into her apartment. I followed her in and shut the door. I slipped off my coat and draped it over my arm as I walked farther in. Her computer was sitting on the table, and she sat down and picked up her phone.
“What if I had a stalker! It’s bad enough you got in!”
Placing my coat over the back of the sofa, I smirked and sat down. “Nice to know I’m on the same threat level as a stalker.”
“No one is answering. I’ll just walk down to the office as I walk your happy ass out of here.”
She went to stand, and I held up my hand. “I have something I want to talk to you about. A favor, if you will.”
Pausing, she crossed her arms over her chest, and I tried to ignore the way it made her breasts look bigger.
“Why would I do anythingfavorablefor you?”
I made a pouty face. “Because we’re friends.”
A harsh laugh came out. “Friends? Okay, if that’s what you want to call this.”
“Clare, we are friends. And if you don’t help me, I’ll tell Rory it was you who spilled the red wine on her wedding dress after the wedding.”
She gasped. “How did you know that was me!”
I leaned back and rested my right ankle on my left knee. “I saw it happen. I may even have video evidence of it on my phone.”
Her hand came up to her mouth as she said, “No!”
“Yes. Now, about that favor I need.”
“You blackmailing son of a bitch. You come into my home, and ask me to…to…”
I raised a brow.
“Wait, what’s the favor?”
Holding up the calendar, I smiled. “This.”
“Because I’m an executive assistant, you need me to mark something down in your calendar?”
“No. I need you to accompany me to a few places.”
She looked unsure as she asked, “What kind of places?”
When I didn’t answer, she took the calendar, opened it, and started flipping through the pages.
Her mouth slowly dropped open. “Oh my God. Is this your ex-girlfriend’s calendar?” Jerking her head up to look at me, she added, “How in the world did you get this?”
