She was the kind of beauty that both men and women were drawn to, and she blessed both with her attention. When she’d said she could steal my girlfriend, I had no doubt she could. It took a special kind of man to handle everything Daria had to offer, but she attracted those bisexual women like moths to a bunsen burner.

Daria was still watching Tom walk away. “A little shake-up every now and then is good for the soul, Devan Mayson—which you should know.”

Despite Daria’s obvious attractiveness, and the amount of time we’d known each other, we’d never been more than friendly. We saw through each other's bullshit, and it made us respected acquaintances, if not friends. I’d used her PI services a few times over the years whenever I thought I was being screwed over, or to investigate the guys’ fuck buddies, but that’s all it had ever been. Although I had no doubt that a night with Daria would change a man, I was happy how I was.

Tom reappeared with her double espresso, looking a little dazed. Today she was in a long, blood-red skirt and a band t-shirt that was more rips than actual shirt, as well as a leather jacket covered in zips.

She smiled up at him, all teeth. “Thank you, Tad.”

“It’s Tom,” he said in a voice an octave too high, and I swear to god, Daria’s eyes got predatory.

“How about you come home with me and I’ll call you whatever you like, babycakes?” Tom’s eyes went wide, and I took pity on the poor bastard.

“Daria!”

She huffed and turned back toward me, and I gave her a stern frown. Tom took the opportunity to escape. “What would Xander say?” Her boyfriend was huge. Like, fucking massive. I wasn’t sure what he did for a living, but I figured it might involve eating billy goats under a bridge.

Daria grinned shamelessly. “I didn’t say I wasn’t going to share.”

Shaking my head, I waved a hand at her notebook. “Tell me what you found instead of harassing my employees.”

Suddenly, Daria was all business. “I talked to the photographer Esperanza always has with her, and there's no loyalty or love lost there. He thinks she's a piranha who wants to chew his balls off. So I don’t think he was your early, camera-happy stalker. But I wouldn’t put it past Esperanza herself to have done the dirty work and just handed off the info to some poor, unfortunate intern. I’m working on connecting with the intern herself, and maybe I can get some concrete evidence. At least, enough to get Esperanza fired from her position.”