‘Haze?’ She mouths again. ‘How did you get in here?’
I tap my nose, then make a circling motion for her to wrap up the phone call.
“That sounds fine with me, I’ll get that email off to you this afternoon,” she says. “Okay, yes, I will. No problem. Thank you.” She hangs up and I grin even wider. “Haze?”
I tap my chin as if I’m deep in thought. “I’m thinking you could go with a soft neutral, the palette in here is a little… cold.”
“How did you get back here?”
I shrug. “Friends in low places,wife.”
“Stop calling me that.”
“Well, you gave me no choice, you didn’t call.”
The phone rings again, and she holds up a finger. “Don’t move.”
I wiggle my eyebrows. “Ooh, I’m all yours, baby.”
This is going to be a better day than I first imagined. In fact, I might even enjoy it.
CHAPTER
TWELVE
Willow
“Sorry, Captain, he had a work order,” Carl says down the phone.
“A work order?” I shift my gaze to Haze as he continues to scrutinize my office. “What for?”
“Maybe ask him yourself, boss, I’m not getting in the middle of you two.” He hangs up.
I sigh, putting the receiver back in the cradle. “Haze? How about you explain what you’re doing here?”
“Oh, Carl didn’t elaborate?”
“Shut up and talk.”
“We’ve been contracted,” he goes on, waving a piece of paper at me. I immediately lean over and snatch it out of his hands. “You can read it all you want, but somebody has to take care of security camera maintenance. The old contract ran out, and we got the job.”
“This is what that email was about last week,” I say, frowning. “I didn’t get around to reading it.”
“Looks like they’re workin’ you too hard, baby doll.”
“Haze, is that what you wanted to talk about last night?”
“Yes, as it happens, but I understand family comes first.”
I glance up, trying to assess if he’s being a smartass. He is.
“How is Max?” he asks.
“Wow, good news travels fast.”
“It’s a small city when you think about it.”
“Or you already knew he was prospectin’ for the Hellions and didn’t tell me?”
