Chapter Sixteen
I couldn’t help but smirk. The pronunciation of “been” came out sounding more like “bean,” reminding me of a line in Trading Places when Dan Aykroyd’s character, Louis Winthorpe III, pleads with his girlfriend as she expresses her distaste with his current state of dress and odoriferousness.
Still, he had no right to ask.
I swiveled on my heel and found Martin sitting in the darkness. A wisp of light from the street lamp slipped through the edge of the blinds on the picture window behind me, just enough so that I could see him as he sat on the couch absently scratching my guard dog, whose tongue lolled to one side as he lapped up every bit of attention.
Apparently, the two had been bonding in my absence.
Traitor.
“Been a long time since someone’s waited up for me past
