Professional Body Double Novel Novels & Stories

My day shift security detail, Brooks and Davis as they insist I call them instead of their first names Janice and Alice, reach out and steady the box as it threatens to slip from my grasp the second I set foot outside of my gated driveway. “I’m walking this next door,” I protest, my heel catching on the sidewalk. In retrospect, maybe I should have changed out of my work attire—suit and heels—to lug a box of blow-up dolls around. Or maybe I shouldn’t have had that second glass of wine. Probably the latter. “Would you like some help, ma’am?” Brooks asks.