Page 63 of Jaked


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"Oh. That's good."

"Yeah?" he said. "Why?"

"Oh come on,youknow." I lowered my voice. "Because you two were intimate." I cleared my throat. "Um, recently, I'm guessing?"

He stopped walking. So did I. Around us, the crowd swarmed past.

He turned to face me. "That was months ago," he said.

"Oh." For some reason, that was a huge relief. "But if she's not your employee, why would she give up the dress?"

"Because she was busted, and she knew it."

"Busted? For what?"

"Not doing her job."

I shook my head. "And what was her job, exactly?"

He gave a hard laugh. "Well, it sure as hell wasn't to stick you in a fugly dress and make you think I pay for sex."

I tried to laugh too. "I didn'treallythink you paid for it."

"Good to know."

"So she's your event planner?" I said, eager to change the conversation. "What does that involve?"

"P.R. mostly."

"As in public relations?" This time, Ididlaugh. "Since when doyoucare about that sort of thing?"

"I don't." He leaned close and lowered his voice. Our lips almost brushed, and I had to remind myself that this wasn't really a date. "But," he said, "it helps to spread the money around."

"To who?" I asked.

"The city. Cops. Whoever."

"But why?" I asked.

"Why else?" he said with that cocky grin I loved so well. "To keep my sorry ass out of jail."

From what I'd seen, his ass was anything but sorry. In fact, it was pretty darn fine, just like the rest of him. As he smiled down at me, I caught my breath.

I wassodoomed.