Neil stood a few feet away, holding a forensic kit in one hand. “Why are you here?” he asked me.
“Uh… getting into trouble. Per usual.”
Neil looked at Calvin. “Detective Winter,” he said coolly.
“Millett,” Calvin said with a nod.
This wasn’t awkward at all.
What were the chances my ex would be the CSU detective assigned to collect evidence?
Someone roll the week back to Monday. I demand a do-over.
I cleared my throat. “Has it gotten sufficiently uncomfortable?”
“Yes,” Neil answered.
“Okay, good. I’m leaving now,” I answered.
“I’ll have an officer drive you,” Calvin said. “To my place.”
I caught the sour look that took over Neil’s face. “Thanks,” I answered.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I STOODin front of the mirror in Calvin’s bathroom, trying to fish my contact lens out from under my eyelid.
“Motherfucker,” I growled.
That’s what I got for crashing hard after I had been dropped off. I guess the poor sleep from the night before finally caught up with me. It was early evening when I woke up, and I was groggy, hungry, and searching for the mystical vanishing lens—
“Ah, finally!” I blinked a few times before putting my glasses on and checking myself in the mirror.
Hmm. Gray, grumpy, and gay. The Holy Trinity.
I stepped out of the tiny room and opened Calvin’s fridge only a few steps away. Beers, a package of untouched strawberries, and something covered in plastic wrap that I think had been there two weeks ago when I’d last spent the night. Calvin was a wonderful cook—when he was actually home to toss something together. I took out my cell, pulled up a delivery app, and picked the first restaurant I came across.
Beef tongue sandwich?
Oh, hell no.
I kept scrolling.
Shawarma. That wasn’t bad. I picked two, under the hopeful assumption Calvin was indeed coming home, and a few stuffed peppers before placing the order.
I gave Pop a ring next. “Hey-o, Daddy-o,” I said when he answered.
“Hey-o, kiddo.”
“I think I’m staying at Calvin’s tonight. I just wanted to let you know.”
“All right. How did the visit to the precinct go?”
“Fine. I successfully proved my innocence to Detective Winter, but it was touch-and-go for a while.”
“Very funny.”
“You never know. Maybe I tried to blow myself up.”
