Chapter 120 – Quick Trip

• “No, I think it’s cute,” Lucy says, sitting on the edge of the bed and tilting her head to the side as she considers my second sundress-and-sweatshirt outfit in as many days. “I think you look beachy. Cool.”
• My shoulders slump a little as I look down at myself, considering. “I’m not sure ‘beachy’ and ‘cool’ are the right descriptors for a mob boss’s new girlfriend.”
• “Is that what you are?” Lucy asks, leaning forward, eager.