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Mykie hummed at her words. “Should I just give up on Renly, then? Since you think I have so many guys wanting my attention?”
Jezebeth stood up and went over to her closet. “I think you should stop thinking about the voice you heard. You’re going to drive yourself nuts before you see him again.”
“We agreed on all seeing each other Tuesday, remember?”
Jezebeth flipped through her closet until she came upon what she was looking for. “Then all you need to worry about is looking jaw-dropping gorgeous for Caspar.”
She pulled out a short black dress and held it out to Mykie. “I think this is perfect.”
“You don’t trust me in white?” Mykie smirked.
Jezebeth lifted her eyebrow. “Not a chance. White isn’t your color, either.”
She shooed her out of her bedroom with the promise that Mykie would text or call Caspar to come with her and that she would let Jezebeth help her get ready.
When Mykie got back to her room, she took one look at her desk before she decided to get in bed. The work could wait until the morning.
Before she regretted it, she sent a text to Caspar to meet her outside La Noir Club, if he was still curious about her.
She wasn’t expecting the immediate text back.
Caspar:
I’ll be there. What time?
She sent him the time, two hours before Porter would be there, and texted Dexter about the assignment before setting her phone aside. She clicked off her light and decided to sleep. Her worries were tomorrow morning’s concern.
When she woke up the next afternoon, she realized she never set an alarm. She was sort of glad, however, as it meant that she had less time to regret her decision of listening to Jezebeth and adding Caspar to her adventure that night.
She got up and threw on a robe, knowing it was useless to get dressed if Jezebeth was going to make her strip down in her room. After brewing some coffee in the kitchen, she knocked on Jezebeth’s door lightly.
Jezebeth swung it open and with a wicked smile, she pulled her inside and had her sit down. Mykie attempted to speak, but Jezebeth would shush her every time.
“If you keep trying to talk and gesture, I’m going to have to start over,” she would say.
Three hours later of make-up and dress-up, Jezebeth was sending her out of her room. The dress she was wearing was a black spaghetti-strap that would be paired with her knee-high boots once she slipped them on in her room. In the boot would be a dagger that Dexter had bought her as a joke that had wings on the handle, but it had come in handy more times than once. In her purse would be her gun. She knew Dexter would be carrying, as well, so she didn’t worry about having anything else.
After a quick goodbye to Jezebeth, she went down to the car where Dexter would be waiting. She hopped in the passenger seat and set her purse in front of her on the floor.
“You know,” Dexter said, as he pulled out from the curb. “I don’t know how you and Jezebeth get dressed up and still look dangerous.”
He was dressed in a black suit with a black undershirt. His black hair was pulled back into a ponytail and was smooth. Jezebeth, if she saw him, would have wanted to eat him up and simultaneously tell him to be careful with the expensive suit.
“It’s all Jez. If it was my choice, I’d probably not look half as good as I do now,” she said, feeling her cheeks get warm.
“She’s wasting her time as a bartender,” Dexter murmured. “If she talked to Chance, I’m sure he would ask her to do everyone’s makeup, and we’d all get in a lot less trouble getting caught.”
“I’ve told her that before, but alas, she likes the bar,” Mykie said with a shrug. “Let’s focus on the assignment, though. It should be simple. An in and out job, really. Caspar will be in attendance, however, so we need to make sure we make the exit as simple as possible.”
“Don’t you think the boy is going to get in your way?” Dexter asked.
Wasn’t that the question of the day? It was one that stuck through her head through the short drive to La Noir Club. They stood outside the club, away from the line to get in, waiting for Caspar to arrive. It was a half an hour that they were standing there before they expected to go in before Caspar arrived. He was obviously out of breath as he made it to her side.
“What happened?” she grounded out, wrapping a hand around his back.
“I’m sorry I’m late. I wasn’t expecting the train to go through, and I had to get from the diner to here on foot, otherwise Corbus probably would have been suspicious,” Caspar explained as he slowly caught his breath.
“Corbus drove you?” Dexter repeated.
