Chapter 82

“Hi, babe,” Mike said.

“How’d you know it was me?”

“Who else would call me from that particular number?”

“Touché.”

“What’s up?”

“Do you remember Carl Johnson from my team?”

“Cute redhead, bubble butt, narrow waist, broad shoulders… that Carl?”

I was watching Carl, who was blushing furiously. “That Carl.”

“What about him?”

“He’s sitting here in my office, and he thinks he might be family.”

“Really? I didn’t pick up any vibes that evening at Biscottis.”

“Nor have I, ever. The question is what shall we do?”

“Need you ask? Tell him to be at the house around nine, and we’ll take him to the Metro.”

“You’ve got it,” I said. “Love you, bye.”

“Ditto, bye.”

I hung up and said, “Is that okay with you, Carl?”

“Sure, but what will we do tonight?”

“The three of us will go to the bar, and you will meet and probably dance with a number of hot guys. With your looks and body, they’ll be swarming all over you, and I’ll bet you receive a number of interesting invitations.”