Apparently he wasn't going to stop calling me boss. Who knows how many times I'd told him before. Which was why he did it, of course. He liked to get a rise out of me. They both did.
"Is it me, or are things getting busier lately?" Leif asked, drying his hands on paper towel.
"They are," I agreed. "Must be something in the water."
"Whatever it is, I hope it settles down soon." He tossed the paper towel into a trash can to the side of the room.
"Getting tired of ridding the world of evil?" I asked.
"Hey, even a serial killer needs a night off here and there," he said with a grin.
"I suppose so," I said. "Don't let us overwork you too much. Which reminds me…" I started telling him about Sable's apartment and the help she needed to decorate it.
Leif grinned. "If a woman needs help, I'm your guy."
I knew that look in his eyes. He'd also be keeping an eye on her.
CHAPTER 9
SABLE
Savannah assured me about ten times that jeans, a sweatshirt, a leather jacket, and boots would be perfect to wear to hockey.
"Maybe take a hoodie," she added. "It can get cold in there. And a beanie."
The only beanie I had was pale pink, made of soft wool. I dumped it into my bag and placed it near the door. For the hundredth time, I checked my hair and makeup. Was I wearing too much? Too little? Just enough?
Now I wanted porridge.
I perched on the edge of the couch and waited for Forrest.
He might have been standing outside, waiting for the exact moment we agreed to meet, because the knock came on the door, right on time.
"Who is it?" I called out, in case it was Woody.
"It's me, Forrest," he called back.
"Are you sure it's really Forrest?" I asked. "You could be Woody just saying you're Forrest."
He chuckled. "It's really Forrest. Why don't you have a peephole?"
"I don't know." I slid the chain back, drew the bolts aside and eased the door open. "Youlooklike Forrest," I said. "You might be Woody wearing Forrest's face."
He grinned and grabbed at his stubbled chin, pulling it as if it might slide off, revealing his true identity. Thankfully, it didn't move.
"See? It is me. You should get a peephole installed in the door."
"I'll add that to my list," I said.
"Along with a state-of-the-art security system," he added, glancing around. "Anyone could break in here."
"Including you?" I asked.
His eyebrow twitched. "Especially me."
"Why would you break into a woman's apartment?" I asked.
His gaze slid up and down my body. "I wouldn't usually, but for you I might make an exception."
