"Hello." Her reply was cool.
"Uhm…how long have you been here?" His Adam's apple bobbed nervously.
"Long enough…Who is she?"
He shifted from one foot to the other, running a hand over the back of his neck. "Ivy, it's not really like that. I mean…you know I love you."
"That's not what I asked….Who is she?"
"She… she's the friend I told you about. The one helping me with the Trinity job."
"Interesting. So this is payment for her help?"
"Ivy, no—"
"Steve!!! Where's the water?" The woman's voice sang out from the bedroom, sultry and irritated at once. Her footsteps padded closer.
Steve panicked, stepping forward as if to block Ivy's line of sight. "I thought you'd be with your mum," he blurted.
"Is that why you scheduled a booty call then?"
His face paled. "It's not…"
"Not what?" Ivy cut in. She rose from the sofa slowly. "Not cheating? Not lying? Not you fucking someone else, Steve?"
