“I think so.”
She kissed him quickly. “Thanks. And don’t worry. I’m not giving up without a fight.”
He growled. “You’re so hot right now.”
She laughed before running back to her car and peeling out of the parking lot. The delivery entrance could be accessed by a small alley on the other side of the building. If she hurried, she’d make it just in time.
* * *
Beau turned to the glass.Drawing upon his training, he pouted out his lip and struck a humble pose. “’Kay, she’s gone now. Can I come back in?”
Drusilla put her hands on her hips. “I don’t think so. In fact, we’re cancelling this project.”
Beau rattled the doors. Locked tight. Drusilla jumped back like she’d been shocked.
Beau pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of her through the glass.
“What’re you doing?” she demanded.
His fingers flew as he manipulated the photo. “I’m posting this to Insta.” He flipped the phone around so she could see her image with the words “Social Piranha” underneath. “I have 1.6 million followers.”
“No!” She screamed and unlocked the door.
Beau caught sight of Cindy creeping in through the back door. He held the phone above his head in an effort to keep her attention on him. “I’m pressing send.”
Drusilla went nuts.
Chapter 14
Cindy cringed as Drusilla went into full drama mode. She hadn’t had a tantrum this big since the hair stylist cut off three inches of her sable locks.
That was a good day.
If she could get down the hallway without Drusilla stopping her, today would be a good day, too. To think, all this time Patricia had been scheming to steal the company right out from under her. And all the while Cindy was making lattes and aesthetician appointments, cleaning floors and buying underwear for the woman and her horrible daughters. The thought made her burn with anger.
Trusting that Beau could handle one crazy woman—after all, he was Beau Mckay the movie star; he had experience with crazy fans—she headed for Patricia’s office.
Tomás poked his head out of the cubicle and waved her on.
For the first time in two years, the door was shut. That didn’t stop her though. This was her office, and she wanted in. Grabbing the handle, she pushed and slammed her hip into the locked door. Cindy rubbed the bone. “Do you have a key?” she asked Tomás.
“No. But I have an idea.” He went into his cubicle and pressed the button for Patricia’s speaker phone.
“Tomás,” Cindy whispered. “She is going to be so mad at you.” If Drusilla could throw a tantrum, then Patricia could pitch a fit.
He smiled. “You’re worth it, peanut.”
“Mrs. Knight?” Tomás hit speaker so Cindy could hear too.
“I told you not to disturb me,” Patricia griped.
“Yes ma’am, but I thought your guest would like to know his car is being towed.”
“My car?!” a man gasped. A second later the door swung open and a man Cindy vaguely recognized from her father’s funeral appeared. She almost remembered talking to him at the house afterward. Not talking—dismissing him. She’d been in a haze of grief and couldn’t bring herself to make polite conversation, preferring to stare at nothing and remain numb for as long as possible.
Hall. His name was Hall.
“Excuse me.” He tried to push past Cindy, but she sidestepped so they collided.
