“They’re Maxim’s Christmas present. I was wearing them when the Blues Brothers showed up at my door and dragged me out onto the street.”
She glances at my feet, then arches a brow. “You turning tricks on the side, Vicky?”
I cackle. “Only for my husband.”
“That sounds so weird.”
“I guess it does.” I tap my chin. “He’s my only customer?—”
“That’s even weirder!”
“I’ll shut up now.”
“Good thinking.”
“I guess that explains why you’re wearingFrozenpajamas?”
“My sister’s obsessed.”
“I can’t believe they’re doing this the day after Christmas. Are no holidays sacred?!”
“Apparently not.”
“I already had the most stressful Christmas ever. This just takes the cake!”
“What happened?”
“My family decided to interrogate Maxim. I had to foil their plan.”
“He’s a big boy. I’m sure he could handle it.”
“They had him at a disadvantage!”
“If you say so, V.” Wynter peers out of the tinted windows in the town car. The driver’s partition is raised too so we’re, essentially, alone.
Not that I believe that for a hot minute.
There are probably cameras in here and/or mics.
“I’m just glad I got over the stomach flu enough to eat some chow mein last night. My whole house is down with it. Half the MC is too.” She pulls a face. “Wait. Are you wearing panties?”
“Yeah. Thank God. I managed to pull on underwear and a hoodie before I shrugged into Maxim’s overcoat.”
“You do look like an undertaker.”
“Well, better that than Elsa on ice.”
When she sticks out her tongue at me, I fiddle with one of my new earrings—enamel, again, but with black diamonds for eyes and the ladybugs’ spots.
“Pretty.”
I blink at her. Her head tips to the side.
“Yeah. Maxim always knows…,” I tell her,pause, continue, “…what to get me.”
See, this is why all my friends are smart. She understands me. Immediately.
Her shoulders drop in relief.
