“You don’t even know what deflecting means.”
“I know for a fact she’s hot, and I know you just failed that test miserably.”
“How do you knowfor a factshe’s hot?”
“I had Jagg look into her.”
Jagg, a former Navy SEAL turned homicide detective was as close of a brother to me as my real brothers, and apparently, willing to go behind my back for something that Gage had promised was in my “best interest.”
“How did you know I was going to see her?”
“The receptionist of Kline and Associates, Zoey, I think, called to confirm your appointment.”
“And then you had Rose Floris researched to make sure I was in good hands.”
“Yes, sir.”
I shoveled in the chili. I didn’t want to ask what he’d dug up about the woman. I didn’t want to know. So, I said?—
“Tell me everything.”
“According to Jagg, Miss—I meandoctor—Floris graduated top of her class and even won some awards while she was in college. Definitely smart.”
Well, she sure as hell made sure I knew that part.
“Get’s better,” he continued. “In college, she started a podcast calledRoseology—clever, huh?—where she talked about psychology, studies, books, you know, boring stuff. Anyway, she gained a huge following and her little hobby exploded. She started doing interviews, conducting her own volunteer-based psychology experiments. Her podcast gained sponsorships. Companies, authors, doctors, paid her to talk about their stuff. According to Jagg, Dr. Floris made six figures doing her podcast alone.”
My brows arched. That, I definitely didnotknow. So Rose Floris was a rich, domineering brain-analyzer. Pretty much my worst nightmare in a woman. Those lips be damned.
“You surprised?” He asked.
I shrugged and popped a cracker into my mouth. When I looked up, Gage’s face was inches from my own.
I jerked my head back. “What? Dude, back up.”
“Dude.She is hot ashell.”
I washed the crackers down with a gulp of beer, wishing it was pure grain alcohol.
“I saw a picture.” He sat back and continued, “She’s got that classy hotness. That book-smart librarian sexy thing.”
“She’s also as uptight and snotty as a librarian.”
He shrugged. “Still hot. And you dodging that fact makes me know you noticed.”
I ignored, kept eating.
Gage took a swig of my beer. “She’s also an upstanding citizen by the way—no criminal record.But…”
I stopped chewing mid-bite.
“She did call the cops twice in the last six months.”
“For what?”
“Two separate male clients of hers. One would sit in his car after his appointment and watch her for hours through the window. Got so bad she called the cops to escort her home.”
“Who was it?”
