Boogey Blitz (Cape High, #27)

“Oh, it’s fine,” he says. “Those are bait.”

“Bait,” I repeat. He gives me a wide grin that would terrify me if I didn’t know him.

“All the dames I love like shiny trinkets,” he says. “I have to restock it on a regular basis. The little one there doesn’t take it, she just likes to play dress up.”

“She’d be perfectly happy with plastic jewelry, you know,” I point out.

“This way she’ll know the real deal when she goes villain,” he says. “Since she’s teething on a diamond, she’ll never fall for cubic zirconium. A woman should grow up knowing what’s real, little sweetheart. It’s the same for everything, really.”