Chapter 34
NickBy the time Micky went home Sunday morning, we’d christened nearly every surface of my apartment. Closing the door behind her left me hungover with the memory of her. Chasing her to Paris had never seemed like a better idea.
Unfortunately, flying off to Europe would have to wait. I needed to return Rick's phone call. The PI's message on Friday indicated that he had something new, and he'd called again on Saturday. I ignored him. That the lingering mess with Vivienne sneaked into my satisfying weekend perturbed me to no end.
Still, I promised to help, so I picked up the phone.
"Finally. I thought maybe you'd fallen off the edge of the earth," Rick chided.
"I, uh, got busy this weekend." The unintended double entendre made me grin.
"Well, I solved your case."
"Really?"
