It Girl, Episode 5 by Nic Tatano

Author:Nic Tatano
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780007595815
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2014-05-20T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTY

So after a stop at a seriously decadent deli, dropping a hundred bucks on all sorts of exotic treats, and trying unsuccessfully to talk Savannah into being the delivery girl, I was headed up to Dexter's apartment. He sounded surprised on the intercom when the doorman announced my arrival but said to send me right up. I still felt like I was cheating on Savannah, but she was the one who told me to do this and I had no intention of stealing a man from a good friend. Not that I was interested in Dexter anyway.

Yeah, let's go with that.

Anyway she was right that it should be me. Dexter saved the lying cock-teasing bitch, not Savannah.

This was one of those penthouse apartments where the elevator opened right into the living room, so he was standing there waiting to greet me when the door opened. The swelling on his lip had gone down some, his right eye was definitely on its way to a shiner. A butterfly bandage highlighted his forehead near the hairline and I could see a few surgical stitches peeking out. "You look … a little better," I said, as I stepped off the elevator.

"I don't feel any better. I have a massive headache."

"Oh, I'm sorry if I disturbed you. Were you asleep?"

"No, my head hurts too much for that."

A quick look around surprised me. While the apartment had a spectacular view of lower Manhattan, it was sparsely furnished, with a simple beige couch and loveseat, coffee table, and a large flat screen atop an antique credenza. The dining room held a simple maple table for four. The walls were bare, as if he'd recently moved in. Homey it wasn't. The place was sorely in need of a woman's touch. Or at least a decorator.

"You just move in?" I asked.

"Been here three years," he said. "Why?"

"Just curious." I pointed to the bandage. "I told you that you needed the emergency room."

"I had a concierge doctor come by. Just five stitches."

"Ouch. Well, you can afford a plastic surgeon when it heals up."

He waved his hand. "No big deal."

"You're going to keep a scar on that famous face?"

"What's the old saying? Chicks dig scars. Besides, my hair pretty much covers it up."

I held up a big brown shopping bag. "Anyway, I brought you some stuff to hopefully make you feel better."

"Is there a gallon of bourbon in there?"

"Funny. You haven't eaten dinner, have you?"

"No, I was going to send out. Don't feel well enough to cook."

I furrowed my brow. "You know how to cook?"

"No, little elves come by every evening and whip up a seven course meal. Of course I know how to cook. I wasn't always rich, and I enjoy fooling around in the kitchen. Eating out every day would get old in a short time."

I pointed toward his dining room table. "Well, take a seat and I'll get you all fixed up."

"Veronica, this is very nice but you didn't have to go through all this trouble."

"Hey, you were my white knight this morning, so shut up, sit down, and let me thank you.

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