“I’m sorry. I meant to.” Reid ran a hand through his hair. “She sent me an email via her lawyer earlier. Hector’s right. Can you go talk to her? I, ah, kind of told her I’d be sending someone to handle the situation.”
Evan shook his head. “Show me the email.”
Then Cash swaggered past. “I’ll talk to her. I don’t need a stupid email to make things right.”
“Hell.” Evan hustled past him and stopped Cash with a hand to his chest. “I got this. Go back into the office. All of you.” He didn’t turn to see if they obeyed. Instead he walked to Miriam’s Modiste and pushed through the door.
“Hi. We’re open and just getting ready to start in the back. Oh, hello, handsome. And what can I do for you?” asked a middle-aged woman in a diaphanous jade-green dress.
Evan blinked, feeling distinctly out of place, especially when he saw two women in bathrobes lie down on blankets in the back room. Distracted by what appeared to be a settee in the middle of the room, surrounded by those blankets, Evan murmured, “Reid sent me to solve your problem.”
“Ah. I see.” She smiled at him, and Evan had a feeling he’d stepped into something he shouldn’t have.
* * *
Jordan and Cash exchanged a grin. The rest of the group joined them as they tiptoed down the hallway toward the still-open door of Miriam’s.
Cash could see a hint of a gauzy green dress and Evan’s pant leg. It was all he could do to suppress a laugh.
“Shh. Quiet, guys,” Jordan told the group. “What’s he saying?”
Cash put his ear closer to the slowly closing door and managed to hear Evan’s surprise.
“Um, Miriam? Are you sure we should go into the back? I—Is that womannakedback there?”
Silence, some scuffling as the pair moved away. Then Evan again. “Holy shit. Is this legal?” A pause. “What? No, I’m not taking my clothes off!”
Cash turned to Jordan and planted a big, wet kiss on her mouth. “I really, really love you.”
Jordan laughed. “I know.”
“Quick, he’s coming out hot. Let’s fly!”
* * *
They disappeared back down the hallway toward the office. But not before Evan caught sight of them. He sighed, both amused and annoyed he’d fallen like an easy mark.
“Damn. I guess I really am the FNG.” The fucking new guy.
Someone reached around the door to the office and taped a piece of paper to the door.
WELCOME TOVETS ON THE GO!, NEWBIE!
Evan laughed. Ah well. Time to act the part.
And get even.
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