“I came over wanting to see you, and Jax answered the door in a fucking towel, then you in only a shirt. I saw red.”
“I had shorts on.”
“Pardon?”
“I had shorts on under my shirt,” I tell him then wonder why, because it seriously does not matter at all.
“I shouldn’t have said what I said.”
“No, you shouldn’t have.”
“Can you forgive me?” he asks, and I see he’s sincere. I’m sure it looked that way to him, and I’m still pissed, but at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter.
“Absolutely, apology accepted.” I stick out my hand and he looks down at it, his frown lines growing deeper.
“Fuck,” he whispers, and his gaze comes up to lock on mine again.
“Well, if that’s all, I really need to get to work.” I walk to the door and open it up. “See you around, Wes.” I walk out then head to one of the other exam rooms. I hear Kayan talking as I wait behind the closed door until I hear the front door alarm go off, letting me know he’s gone. Only then do I head back out of the room.
“So, your biker dude just ruined my whole calendar,” Kayan grumbles, and I peek over the counter to see what she’s talking about, and everyday at noon, it says ‘Lunch with Wes’.
“Not happening,” I tell her, and she looks at me doubtfully. “I’m serious.”
“Okay,” she whispers, looking down at the paper, but I can still see the smirk on her lips.
“I need a drink.”
“Yeah, a tall drink of hot biker.”
“Shut up,” I mumble as disappointment floats through my system. Wes was hot and edgy, and obviously a man with issues, so sadly, we were never going to explore things, but that didn’t mean I didn’t wish things had turned out differently.
“Your two o’clock is here.” Kayan says and I come out of my daze mutter.
“Thanks.” Then smile at my patient’s family before kneeling down to greet Cloyed a very hyper Yorkie who makes me wish that men were as easy to understand as dogs.
The rest of the day passes quickly between patients and back work that I have to catch up on. I don’t leave the building until it’s dark outside, leaving Kayan to go shopping alone, which I regret the next evening when she shows me what she picked up.
“I’m not wearing that.” I look at the black full bodysuit that Kayan just pulled out of the bag she set on my bed.
“You are.” She smiles then walks to the bathroom and comes back a few minutes later wearing a matching black bodysuit that is unzipped, showing cleavage, and a pair of black boots that go to her knee, with three-inch heels. Her black hair is up in a high ponytail, and she has put black smudges under her eyes.
“Come on, go get dressed.” She pushes me toward the bathroom, and I go unwillingly then frown when I put on the outfit. I have no idea how I let her talk me into this. I leave my hair down. The bodysuit shows off every single curve and dimple of cellulite that I have. I don’t have a choice but to leave the top unzipped, because my breasts are so large the zipper is likely to bust. When I come out, she’s in my closet and she comes out with a pair of boots I wore once for Halloween. They are basically stripper boots that are shiny and have five-inch heels.
“I’m not sure about this.” I frown.
“We need to blend in,” she tells me, and my frown grows deeper.
“Blend in where? At the strip club?” I ask, and she laughs, handing me the boots that I reluctantly put on.
We get in my Jeep and go over to the office, and we park off in the distance where it’s completely dark. It’s after ten at night, and from the video footage timestamp, I know whoever dropped the last dog off had done it after midnight.
“What’s that?” I ask as Kayan pulls a bag from the backseat.
“Supplies,” she mumbles distractedly and begins pulling items out. The first is a camera that she sets on the dash. Next is a pair of walkie-talkies that she sets next to the camera, and then a thermos and a box ofpowdered doughnuts that she holds in her lap.
“I think you’re taking this too far.”
“The guy at the cop store didn’t even let me get everything I wanted.”
