“Call me when you’re ready to leave here for the day and I’ll come back to drive you home.” She waved it off dismissively. “I’m going to Phee’s.” “Then text me so I know you got there safely. Keep the doors locked.” Her lips parted as if she was about to say something, then clammed up immediately. I didn’t even turn around. “‘Sup, crumpets.” Ophelia let out a prissy, “Hmph,” as she hip-checked me and slid into the booth across from Annie. But my gaze never left my girl. “Follow the protocols we’ve talked about. I’ll check in with you this evening.”
Your girl??
