Roxy: Just so I’m clear, my primary role at the reunion will be to serve as your bodyguard. Correct?

Miles: Absolutely. I’ll expect you to escort me in, scan the premises, and do that thing where you press a hand to your ear like you’re listening for a message from the Bodyguard Command Center.

Roxy: I presume they’ll be parked out front in a white van?

Miles: Of course. A couple of guys wearing nylon jackets, drinking 7-Eleven coffee, and sporting ’staches.

Roxy: Perfect. I have a pair of aviator shades, and I’ll wear them too, no matter how dark it is. That’s how a bodyguard should dress, right?

Miles: Ideally, security detail should wear a black suit, but somehow, I think you’d look better in a dress. More incognito. Especially if it’s a short one. You could still handle bodyguard duties in an extra-short dress, right?

Roxy: Hmm. I’m getting the feeling you like short dresses. :) Any requests for the color of my incognito super-short bodyguard dress?

Miles: Sheer?

Roxy: One-track mind.

Miles: Nude?

Roxy: *rolls eyes*

Miles: Nude is a color. You can’t deny I chose a color.

Roxy: I’m not denying it. I’m doubling down on my diagnosis of acute One-Track Mind.

Miles: Oh, I’d be a liar if I denied I suffer from high levels of OTM. But seriously, it’ll be good to have you there. I’m psyched you said yes.

Roxy: I’m glad you asked. It’ll be fun! And I must confess, I’ve always been curious about high school reunions, especially since I never went to mine.

Miles: Any reason you didn’t go?

Roxy: I haven’t kept in touch with anyone since high school. I was sort of the loner girl.

Miles: Does that mean you were lonely? Or was it intentional?

Roxy: Intentional. I was vastly more interested in the company of books, but I was also OBSESSED with college. Every spare ounce of energy I had was devoted to beefing up my résumé for college apps rather than socializing.

Miles: It paid off, Miss Yalie.

Roxy: The Yalie who runs a pet salon, and who’s now moonlighting as a bodyguard for a rock star. :) So tell me what, exactly, I should do. If some former cheerleader or prom queen tries to sink her claws into you, that’s when you want me to break out the Krav Maga skills, right?

Miles: You have Krav Maga skills? Damn, woman. That’s fiery hot.

Roxy: I can totally knock you on your ass.

Miles: You’re not helping my OTM.

Roxy: You find getting beaten up sexy? Weirdo. :)

Miles: I find a woman who can kick ass sexy. And I also admire any variety of martial arts skills, especially since I started tae kwon do when I was five. And I also finished tae kwon do when I was five.

Roxy: So . . . what do you really need me to do at the reunion?

Miles: How about we plan on dancing and having a drink when I’m not playing?

Roxy: Dancing. I vote for dancing.