Chapter Twelve
CHERISH HAD JUST finished brushing her hair when the knock came at the door. She dropped the brush on the counter as she took a deep breath.
“Oh, Cher!” Aubrey called out as she entered the Lansky home.
“In here!” Cherish stared at herself in the mirror, her hair a waterfall along her shoulders. She wore her business finest, straight gray skirt, burgundy button-down blouse conservatively buttoned. She thought about revealing the swell of her breasts just a little, but s*x had cost her the last job, and she didn’t need it infecting this one. She decided to play it safe.
Aubrey popped her head through Cherish’s doorway. “You decent? Tell me you’re not decent.”
Cherish saw her friend’s dark hair as Aubrey peeked around the door. She forced a smile onto her face. “Sorry to
