Page 57 of Make Her Mine

Something that doesn’t involve screwing god-knows-who for a website that’s either a rip-off or a prostitution sting.

“Oh come on, Flick!” Wendy’s voice follows me as I stalk down the hall to the tiny bathroom we share. “You know, even if it’s only a thousand dollars at least you’re a little closer.” She yells something else a minute later, but the sound of the shower muffles her words.

Since I know it’s only a matter of time before she forces her way into the bathroom to ask if I heard her, I shout back, “Whatever you say!”