difficult personality traits.”
“And what would those be?” Alexis asked as she tied her shoes.
“Remember, you asked …” She ticked off each point on her fingers. “Let’s start with compulsively neat, overachieving, and inflexible …” she smiled as she said the last word. “And pouty,” Callie added.
Alexis rolled her eyes until she realized that she was, in fact, pouting. But Callie should try growing up with three brothers and a police chief father.
“Where you going?” Callie questioned as Alexis swiped her keys out of the bowl on the entry table.
“I’ve got to meet him, remember?” Alexis zipped up her hoodie.
Confused, Callie glanced at her watch. “But that’s in two hours.”
“I’d like to get there a bit …”
“Add pathologically early to that list. You have got to mellow out, girl.”
“I’ve got a job to do,” Alexis snapped.
“Which is to snare a man,” Callie responded. “And I’m telling you, with your attitude, you ain’t snagging nobody.”
“Really?” Alexis countered. “Because I’ve got a date tomorrow night.” Okay, that wasn’t exactly true, but she had been asked out on a date tomorrow night.
“Wow!” Callie exclaimed, pushing the door closed. Alexis tried to get by, but her friend leaned her back against it, blocking the townhouse’s only exit. “Is this some kind of record? Three whole dates in a row before you dismiss the guy? How’d Nick get so lucky?”
Alexis sighed. She now knew how a criminal felt while being interrogated. “Callie, can you just let it go?”
“Miss Frigidaire turning up the heat a bit? Have you even let him kiss you, yet? Huh?”
Alexis ignored the question, feeling a blush stain her cheeks. She tried to push Callie aside. As stubborn as Callie was, she wouldn’t budge. Alexis walked toward the kitchen, hoping that Callie would leave her post at the door.
“My point exactly,” Callie pressed, following Alexis down the hall. “Now, cough it up. Why another date? Is it because your dad likes him? Or is it because he doesn’t?
Alexis could feel her temples begin to throb. While she was in the kitchen, she might as well grab some aspirin, too.
“Dad likes him, but …”
“Remember that time you went out without your dad’s approval? Wow, talk about ruptured blood vessels.”
As Callie rambled on, Alexis grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and tossed the bottle of aspirin in her bag.
“What was his name? The hottie with the fierce abs?”
“It was Fernando,” Alexis replied. She left the kitchen and made her way back to the front door. “What does that matter? It was back in college.”
The night air was cool as Alexis stepped out on their porch. Callie followed in her socks—too distracted, it appeared, to bother putting shoes on.
“I know, but it’s the only time I saw you be daring. You’ve got to tap into that energy. I’m telling ya.”
What was wrong with playing it safe, anyway? Wasn’t her career dangerous enough? Why must her personal life mirror it? Alexis was content with her life. Wasn’t she?
Callie’s tone suddenly got serious. “I’m not kidding, Alexis. You’ve got to be bold. Take the initiative! Make this Travis Dekker want to know more about you.”
Alexis forced a half smile to her lips. “Thanks for the advice.”
“No prob,” Callie said. She stepped back so Alexis could get into her car. As Alexis backed out of the driveway, her friend shouted, “I’ll be waiting up!”
Well, Callie was going to be disappointed when Alexis got home.
This was strictly a business call.
CHAPTER 4
Alexis stepped into the deserted studio. She could hear the clang of lockers and muffled laughter from the back of the studio. Alexis had waited in her car for over an hour, watching to see who entered and who left. Unfortunately, there was no action. Nothing to report on. She guessed that she was going to have to get up close and personal to get any