“Huh?” Lindee said.
“Hi, Bjorn. You in L.A.?” I asked him.
“Yes. I'm in L.A., and the smog is just fine, thanks.” Tremayne's sarcastic tone came through loud and clear.
“Good. What do you need?” I asked.
“Can't a fellow say hi once in a while without you going all snitty?” he asked.
“Snitty?” I said and looked down at Lindee. “Was I snitty?”
“I don't know,” she said. “I'd be snitty too. Hey, can he see us?”
“Perfectly. Shall I tell you what you're wearing?” Tremayne asked, his brows went higher on his brow.
“No. Don't bother.”
Sabrina I'm here. I'm in your house, I heard in my head. I looked away from the TV and put up a finger to Tremayne.
Good. Are you in the bedroom?
I am.
“What's going on?” Tremayne wanted to know.
“Oh, she sent Morkel out to her house and they're having a
