"You want me to what? "
"Flirt with her." Calla appraised her reflection in the bathroom
mirror. The curls Cooper had grown so accustomed to were gone,
replaced with a curtain of sleek red hair that was utterly unfamiliar.
How she'd managed to tame it, he couldn't guess.
"Flirt with her," Cooper repeated, fidgeting with his shirtsleeves.
"You literally just said Steph could be involved in my girlfriend's
murder."
"Yes."
He stared at her. "And you want me to flirt with her? "
Calla waved a hand, dismissive to the last. "I told you. Stephanie
has a hand in this. And if she's blackmailing Blake..." She scowled
at her reflection. "I need to figure out how much she knows. Or if
she knows anything at all."
"Of course she knows something, " Cooper muttered unhappily.
"She always do
