CHAPTER 46
Tana’s cellphone beeped, alerting to a text as they rolled across the Bay Bridge and the San Francisco skyline came into view. She glanced at the screen, saw it was Mimi, and ignored it.
“I hope it wasn’t too weird last night,” she said.
Powell glanced at her. “Which part?”
“You know, us sleeping together.”
“I’ve done it before, you know,” Powell said.
Tana gave an embarrassed smile. “Yeah, I figured.” She paused, then looked at Powell and said, “Thanks.”
“Anytime,” he said as he took the Fremont Street exit off the bridge and headed down Pine.
Tana’s cellphone rang. She glanced at the screen and saw it was Mimi. Give it up, girl, she thought. We’re so done. Ten minutes later Bud pulled up in front of her building.
“Thanks for the ride,” she said.
Powell nodded.
“So w
