“I guess so.” I grinned.
Angel touched my arm, breaking my trance. “Come on. You can check your office out after you talk with the boss.” She knocked lightly before entering.
“We’ll see you tomorrow,” Thomas said as he put his feet down. “Morgan is here. I’ll catch ya later. Glad you’re back, man.”
“Thomas,” I said as I walked toward him.
He tossed his cell phone on top of the desk, letting it bounce. He rose to his feet and came around the desk. “It’s good to see you. That was James.” He shook my hand. “He’ll be in tomorrow.”
“I heard.”
“Hey, beautiful,” he said, letting me go and extending his arm to Angel.
She walked to him, snuggled into his side, and kissed his jaw. “You want any coffee or anything, baby?” she asked, looking up at him with a small smile.
“No, thanks, love. Morgan?” he asked before he kissed her head.
“No, thanks. I’m good,” I replied, taking a seat across from my new boss.
One thing I noticed with the Gallo men: They held their women close and often showered them with kisses. I envied them, but I’d never admit it.
Angel walked out, closing the door behind her as Thomas sat back down and I looked around the office.
“See your new office?” he asked as he put his feet back up on the desk, resting his hands behind his head.
I nodded. “I did. Thanks, man. It was beyond cool seeing that.”
“You came at the perfect time. We hadn’t even thought about you until I heard you were coming to the wedding. I did your background check before you arrived.”
“Isn’t that illegal?”
“I have friends who helped me work around the legalities. That’s part of this job. Sometimes we’re on the fringe of breaking laws. I assume you don’t have any problem with that?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
I shook my head. “Never been an issue for me before. I don’t know why it would be now.”
“Sometimes when we have to get information, we use all means necessary.”
“Am I going to be stuck in that office all day?” I asked, wondering if my job title meant “trapped in front of a computer screen.”
“Hell no. God, that would be horrible. You’re going to be going out on jobs like the rest of us. What I had put on your door is your specialty.”
“Gotcha.” I relaxed a little into the chair.
“I already have a case picked out for you, if you’re willing to start as soon as possible.”
“I’m all yours.”
I was ready.
I’d never been the type for idleness, and after having been home for over a month, I wanted nothing more than to dive headfirst into my first case.
I was now Morgan, PI. More handsome than Magnum, and hopefully, I’d do a better job at solving the cases. Maybe I should have grabbed myself one of those flowery shirts he always wore on television. Nah, I’d look like a giant douche. I liked my classic style of blue jeans and T-shirts.
He shuffled through the files on his desk and pulled one out. “Here she is. Her name is Race True,” he said as he handed it to me. “She came in a couple of days ago.”
I opened the folder and scanned the first page. “What’s her situation?”
“I don’t have the entire story. She stated she’d only divulge it to the PI working her case. Basically, she’s been getting harassed, and the messages have become more aggressive.”
