“Honey,” he said, “I don’t even know what promiscuous means anymore, except I’m probably in favor of it. I think she likes sex and will sleep with someone because she does.”
“Nothing much wrong with that,” Sunny said.
“You should know,” Spike said. “But I don’t think she’s ever, what, driven by sex. She can have sex or not. But she never takes her eye off the prize.”
“Which you think is more than a good time?” Sunny said.
“Yes.”
“You know what the prize would be?” Sunny said. Spike sipped more bourbon and held it a moment in his mouth before he swallowed.
“No,” he said. “I’m not sure she does. But it’s not about achieving orgasm.”
“You only spent about three hours with her so far,” Sunny said. “You seem to know an awful lot.”
“Three hours is a long time if you pay attention,” Spike said.
“And you’re smart,” Sunny said.
“That too,” Spike said. “Plus, she reminds me of someone.”
“Me?”
“No,” Spike said. “I’m not sure you know what the prize is, but you don’t use sex to get it.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“So who’s she remind you of?”
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“Me,” Spike said.
Sunny sat back in her chair with her cosmopolitan halfraised to her lips.
“Well,” she said finally, “the physical resemblance is striking.”
Spike shrugged. Sunny finished raising her glass. She drank and put the glass back down.
“How would you like to be in love with Jenn?” she said. Spike shook his head slowly.
“Oh, Mama!” he said.
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Suit came into Jesse’s office and sat down.
“Molly said you wanted me to run down Weeks’s
fingerprints,” he said.
Jesse smiled.
“She’ll be chief someday,” Jesse said.
