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Get a hold of yourself, Landon. She’s a hooker. She’s probably been with five more men between then and now.
“Sir?”
I realize that I’ve spoken aloud. “Nothing, Joe.” I say. “I’m just thinking.”
He turns back to the road.
I retrieve my phone from my jacket pocket and call Aidan. It’s time to do something about this. She didn’t leave her card, her number, or anything else to contact her by, which was bad business on her part. That doesn’t worry me, though. I’ll just go ahead and ask Aidan how to find her again. This time, I’ll pay for as much of her time as I need to get her face and her body out of my mind.
Aidan doesn’t pick on the first ring, and on the second. On the third, the phone rings twice before I hear his voice.
“Landon.” He sounds tired. “Sup”
“I take it you’re in rehearsals,” I say.
“You have no idea,” he sighs. “I have to work with this nineteen year old Broadway princess whose dad is producing the show. If she wasn’t so talented, I’d fire her and tell her dad to go to hell.”
I chuckle. “If she’s talented, then what’s the problem?”
“Where do I start!” he exclaims. “Anyway, forget about all that. What’s up?”
“Nothing. I’m in San Francisco.”
“Sinclair taken care of?”
“Yes.”
“And work on the new hotel is going smoothly?”
The questions make me smile. Mainly because Aidan has no real interest in hotels or anything that doesn’t have to do with performing arts. “Yes, everything went fine.”
“Well congratulations,” he says.
“Thanks. But that’s not why I called. I need to know more about the girl you sent over to my apartment.”
“What girl?”
“On my birthday,” I clarify. “The hooker.”
There’s a short pause on his side. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.
I snort. “Aidan, the hooker you sent to my apartment as a birthday present.”
“Landon, you told me you weren’t interested, remember?”
“Since when have you ever listened to me?” I ask. “Stop playing around, Aidan, I need her number.”
“I’m not playing around.” he insists.
He sounds sincere, and I know when Aidan is lying. “So you didn’t send a hooker to my apartment.
“No.” he pauses. “Let me get this straight. Some girl showed up at your apartment and you had sex with her thinking she was the hooker I promised.”
“Yes.” I grind out.
“Wooohoo.” He crows. “I don’t even know if that’s funny or scary,” he says. “Was she cute? Did you use protection?”
“Oh, shut up.”
