and this time, it’s an oldie but a goodie…
“Well, well,” a sultry and altogether too familiar voice said, “isn’t it lovely to hear your dulcet tones again.”
I couldn’t help smiling. Sal and I would never be friends, but we’d moved from barbed insults to droll comments, and from dislike to companionable trust. She was also damn good at her job–my old job–and had saved my ass on more than one occasion.
“You say that with such conviction that I almost believe you,” I replied, voice dry. “Want to do me a favor?”
“Oh, I live for such moments.”