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She said the last part of the sentence in a deep and gruff voice.
Tasha cocked her head to the side, remembering what Solgre told her about Phate needing to log his dates. “That’s odd.”
“It’s crazy is what it is. He said it like it was his job or something. And he expected me to believe him. Like, really? What was I supposed to say?Oh, Kien! Yes, please continue ogling every woman in the restaurant while I sit here looking stupid.”
Tasha laughed and choked on the sip she’d taken. “So, you both were just there looking at other people the entire time?”
“When he looked at me, I looked at him. When he turned to gawk at every woman who entered the restaurant, I checked out their dates. Quid-pro-quo, motherfucker!”
Tasha burst into a laugh then held up her hand. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. But this sounds so ridiculous.”
Nisha’s face softened and she chuckled. “It was. Our poor waitress didn’t know what was going on.”
“You two probably looked like a swinger couple looking for some fun.”
Nisha held up a finger. “Maybe if we were happy about it. But by the time our entrees came we were glaring at each other and glaring at everyone who walked by us.”
“So, I take it there won’t be a second date. I’m sorry. I know you were looking forward to this.”
“I don’t really know what I was expecting. That he would sweep me off my feet or something, I guess.” Nisha shrugged a delicate shoulder and let out a deep sigh. “It’s okay. I think he’s made for the streets. I should’ve guessed by the way he’s dating everyone in town. I can do better.”
“And you deserve better.” Tasha reached over and patted her knee. “You deserve a man who only has eyes for you. Release him back to the streets, honey.”
Nisha flicked her hand in the air. “Poof, back to the streets he goes.”
* * *
AGENT MARGIE SANTANAsat on her couch, curled up with her own glass of wine and listened to the conversation of her downstairs neighbor. She’d kept quiet out of necessity. While the government listening device picked up on Tasha and Nisha’s conversation, the recorder taped every word said. Which would also mean the tape would pick up on her as well.
It was easy to imagine herself in the conversation between the best friends. There’s was a close and easy-going friendship. If Margie was in the apartment with them, she would’ve told Nisha Kien was an ass who didn’t know what he was missing.
She would’ve told Nisha she could do better than a whoremonger and player. She would’ve also told Nisha, Kien would get what he deserved in due time. Because once Margie confirmed these targets were the aliens she’d been tracking since an unknown spaceship had breached Earth’s atmosphere a little over four months ago, she was sounding the alarm and her team would swoop in for the extraction.
And Margie? She would be getting a nice raise for her efforts.
Win. Win. As far as she was concerned.
