Her Thin Blue Lifeline: Indigo Knights Book I by A.J. Downey

Author:A.J. Downey [Downey, A.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
Publisher: Second Circle Press
Published: 2017-06-27T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Chrissy

“Nervous?” Tony asked me the next morning.

“Yeah.” I gave him a nod and he buttoned the last button on my blouse for me, Roscoe looking on from the bed. Tony rested his hands on my shoulders, barely touching the left one and made me look him in the eyes.

“Don’t be nervous,” he said and it was definitely an order. I laughed lightly. He sounded like because he said it, I simply wouldn’t be and surprisingly it worked to some degree. As if his confidence in me was somehow transferable and he transferred some to me.

I smiled small and he asked, “What next?”

“Um, I typically tuck it into my skirt and zip that up, and I guess now we put my arm back in the sling.”

He’d already helped me into my pantyhose, which I’d deemed absolutely necessary if only to hide how badly my legs were in need of a waxing. He’d chuckled and asked why I didn’t shave and I’d been honest, “Waxing lasts longer and the hair grows back finer.”

“Interesting. Maybe we can get that taken care of today, too.”

The plan wasn’t exceptionally brilliant but necessary. He couldn’t take the time off from work to drive me back to his place in the middle of the day and so he’d arranged for me to stay with people he deemed safe and who could look out for me after the lineup was concluded.

“Don’t ask me to do your make up,” he said when he’d gotten my skirt and shirt smoothed and centered.

“I think I can live without it this time.”

“Good, ‘cause you’d probably end up looking like a clown.”

I laughed and he chuckled with me and I knew he was trying so hard to help hold me together. I slipped into a low set of kitten heel pumps and he helped me to strap into my sling. He’d pulled up half my hair into a pewter barrette that I’d liked that had vaguely Moroccan design origins. The cabochons on it made of hematite, a silvery black stone that sometimes was magnetic. It matched the iron gray satin blouse I wore tucked into a form-fitting black pencil skirt.

I looked professional, but when I turned to look in the mirror I felt like I also looked half done. Usually I had my makeup done and my hair was much more elaborate than simply half up. I looked in the mirror and the sling crossing my body and felt… less. I was somehow less than I’d been before and the man who’d made it that way, made me feel that way, I was about to be face to face with.

My heart did a somersault in my chest but I refused to let it plummet. Instead, I stood up straighter and asked Tony who was tucking a light blue button down shirt into a pair of lighter gray Dockers behind me, “How do I look?”

“You look good,” he said, “why?”

“Feeling a little uncertain, I guess.”

“Nope, not allowed.” I tripped on a laugh at his deadpan delivery and he said, “Oh no, don’t laugh, I’m dead serious, precious.

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