"You got a boyfriend, didn't you?" Claudette grinned at me wickedly with her slim hands perched elegantly on her hips. "You totally did."
"I did not get a boyfriend, Claudette." I rolled my eyes at her, but she only grinned wider. "I'm serious."
No, you have that glow. You've been getting some bomb di—"
"Okay, that's enough." I went to close the front door in her face, but she slithered past me and into the house before I could even grip the handle properly. "Get out."
"I'm not going to press you further because you're injured but I came over to give you some news about those chemists you went out with."
"What about them?"
Honestly, I had forgotten about them. My mind had been somewhere else for the past few days.
"They're not chemists; they're narcs."
Fuck me. That's what I get for taking it the easy way.
"Don't worry, you're not the one they're after. Yet."
"I don't see how that helps me."
