Act of Surrender: An Immortal Ops World Novel (PSI-Ops / Immortal Ops Book 2) by Mandy M. Roth Page B

laughed. “It’s fun. Try it.”
    “I’m hanging up now.”
    “No,” said Harmony. “How is your boyfriend?”
    “I barely know him and he’s not my boyfriend.”
    She didn’t believe her own words. It felt as if she’d known Hagen forever. It wasn’t a connection she expected Harmony to understand. If anything, Harmony would mock it and then make light of it. As much as Laney loved the girl, she had some faults.  
    “I think he is. You’ve logged how many hours with him every night for over a week?” Harmony reminded. “I’ve never seen you pay any guy much mind. This one holds your attention. And, girlie, you should open the toys. They will change your life. Once you learn to be in charge of your own orgasm, the world is your oyster.”
    Laney snorted. “Way to channel a motivational speaker in an attempt to get me to masturbate.”
    “I’m a sex goddess,” teased Harmony. “Do that funky thing you do. You know, the whole trance-and-spill-tidbits thing. I want to know if one day I’ll be worshiped by millions of adoring men. Divine my future, oh great seer. Tell me of all the hotties I’ll collect.”
    Laney wasn’t comfortable with that side of herself—the trance bit—as Harmony liked to call it. The side that scared her. She never felt in control of herself and she certainly couldn’t do it on command. The first time it had happened in front of Harmony, Laney thought it would be the end of their friendship. That Harmony wouldn’t want to hang out with the freak who said weird, cryptic things at random times.
    Harmony had given her an odd look before smiling wide and informing her that they needed to get her a crystal ball and some tarot cards.
    Stat.
    “I don’t think we need me to divine anything. My guess, it will be a broken-hearts club they’re joining in regards to you.”  
    Harmony laughed.
    “You’re going to be proud of me. I have a date with him tonight. It’s just coffee, but still,” said Laney, her shoulders going back as her posture straightened.
    Harmony squealed. “Yay! Ohmygod, my girlie has a date. A real, live date. I’m so proud. I’ve taught you well. You going to sleep with him?”  
    Laney processed all of what Harmony had rattled off at such a fast pace, and without a breath, that Laney still wasn’t sure how the girl did it. As she put together what she’d been asked, she sucked in a big breath. “What? No!”
    “Lighten up. I was joking,” said Harmony with the same attitude she had about most things. “I’m just happy you’re going to shower and get out of that hacking cave. I bet you’re starting to smell. Have computer wires grown up and around you like spider webs, trying to reclaim you—their mothership of weird?”
    “Eat me and my mothership,” said Laney.
    “I’ll leave that for LabLupus,” teased Harmony, a suggestive note hanging in the air. “Or you could try out the toys I brought you.”
    “Horn ball.”
    “Thanks. Oh, and here are some valuable dating tips from an expert. Dress less Laney and be less conspiracy theorist, okay? He’s a doctor. Impress him. Don’t scare him with your talk of secret government agencies. Save that for date two.”
    “He already knows about my radical ideas,” Laney returned. She entertained hanging up on her friend, but that would only prompt Harmony to show up on her doorstep. Harmony hated where Laney lived and the fact that the building was filled with what Harmony thought were vagabonds. “And I don’t think he cares what I wear.”  
    Harmony ignored her. “Wear that black mini skirt you have and that cute off-the-shoulder matching top.”
    “The fact that you memorize my wardrobe is really weird,” added Laney, still typing, adding a few more lines to her post-in-progress. It would open the world’s eyes to what was really going on. Or, at the very least, make them think and wonder.
    She couldn’t ask for more.
    Harmony grunted. “You barely own any clothes, so it doesn’t