*Chloe*
Sylvia popped her head into my bathroom, as usual without preamble of any kind.
“Hey, girl, can I borrow your notes for Mr. Bergen's class…What the hell are you doing?"
I turned to Sylvia, c*****g an eyebrow. “What does it look like I'm doing? I'm grooming, like just about anyone who isn't gross does at least some of the time."
Sylvia leaned against the door frame and crossed her arms over her chest, a sly smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. “Oh no, this goes far beyond grooming."
“How do you figure that?"
I was running late for a meeting with Alex. I couldn't bring myself to call it a date because, for one thing, we weren't officially dating. And for another, we were supposed to be talking about the case. It was business, and the business was keeping Sylvia safe. And
