Dying for Devil's Food by Jenn McKinlay

Author:Jenn McKinlay
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2019-05-06T16:00:00+00:00

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Mel called Megan early the next morning and scheduled an appointment to see her at her office. Megan sounded tired, which Mel supposed could be from the grief of losing her childhood friend—­or maybe the guilt from murdering her. Either way, she fully intended to badger it out of Megan when she stopped by her office.

She tried to dress more the part of a businesswoman than an old high school acquaintance. It was important to be on even footing with Megan during the interview. When she emerged from her closet-­sized office, dressed in a suit jacket and skirt, both Tate and Oz stopped what they were doing to stare at her.

“What?” she asked. She ran her hands over her narrow pale blue skirt and then checked that her white blouse was neatly tucked in and not showing too much cleavage. A strappy pair of low-­heeled silver sandals and a matching silver bangle bracelet on her wrist completed the outfit. She had even upped her game and put on makeup, but having them stare at her was not helping the fact that she felt like an imposter. “Seriously, what? Am I untucked? Is a tag hanging out? What?”

“No,” Oz said. He frowned. “You look like a grown-­up.”

“Oh.” Mel blinked. She looked at Tate. “That’s good, right?”

“Yeah, just unexpected,” he said.

“I was thinking that if I’m going to lull Megan into trusting me, then I need to look like someone in her world,” Mel said. “You know, build a rapport, that sort of thing.”

“Well done,” Tate said. He glanced down at his own Ramones T-­shirt and cargo shorts. “Since I’m just waiting in the car, I did not dress up.”

“Good thing,” Oz said. “You don’t have the legs for skirts.”

Tate gave him an outraged look and Oz shrugged.

“Come on,” Mel said. She gave Tate a gentle push toward the door. “I have to be there in ten minutes.”

“Fine,” he said. They headed to the door and he said over his shoulder, “I have better legs than some people for skirts.”

“Yeah, not really something you want to bicker about,” Mel said. “Besides, anyone can see Oz has better legs than you.”

“What?”

“He’s younger than you and he skateboards,” Mel said. “What do you do?”

“I . . . I’m . . . You know what? That’s ageist,” he declared. The door banged shut behind them and Mel was pretty sure she could hear Oz laughing.

“It is not ageist,” Mel said. “He’s more than ten years younger than you; of course he’s more fit and has better legs. Besides, what do you care? You’re going to be a dad soon, and then it’s sympathy cravings and weight gain.”

Tate hugged his belly and looked at his reflection in the car window. He turned from side to side. “I think I’d be cute with a little pudge.”

Mel rolled her eyes. “Whenever you’re ready.”

He unlocked the car and opened the door for her. Mel climbed in and they headed to the building where Megan’s office was located.

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