“Every
P.I. needs a sidekick.” Beau Deverel’s handsome face took on a pleading
expression.
“No
they don’t. Investigating can involve confidential information, not meant to be
shared, and if you were my sidekick, it would be.” Lucian Wren sat on the end of
the desk and crossed his arms. “I know that look and it won’t change my mind.”
“Come
on, Lucian, I can keep secrets. We’ve hung out together forever don’t shut me
out of this. I promise I’ll never divulge anything to anybody, except you,
naturally. You have my word. Have I ever broken that oath? Well, have I?”
A
grin flashed across Lucian’s face. “You have not. I’ll keep you to that
promise. Catch.”
Beau
grabbed the card that Lucian tossed to him out of the air with a rapid swipe of
his hand. He flipped it over to read it. “Wren and Deverel, Private
Investigators—you were teasing, you already added me to the business. Card’s a
little plain—could we add something—a picture of a revolver or an axe maybe?”
Lucian
Wren smiled, affection flooding his eyes for his longtime friend. “No. The
embossed border is enough embellishment. We need to appear ultra professional.”
Beau
nodded and pushed the business card into the top pocket of his jean jacket.
“Agreed.”
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2016
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