“Sure.” His eyes said he knew I was full of shit.
Ignoring him, I turned to Mrs. Stephenson. “I’ll call you this afternoon with a new appointment.”
The woman turned to Wolfe. “Walk me to my car?”
“Yeah. Sure.”
Well, it looked as though I hadn’t been able to save the day after all.
I watched as Wolfe walked the well-dressed woman out the door and into the blistering Texas sun. Not knowing whether I should wait for Wolfe to return, I decided I would get back to work. Something told me he would come find me when he was ready.
“A cougar after a Wolfe,” I muttered to myself, giggling as I bounced up the stairs. “Now that’s funny.”
Wolfe
Looked as though Amy Smith was a bit of a spitfire.
I thought about how she’d discreetly come between Mrs. Stephenson and me, obviously in an attempt to protect me from the viperous woman. I liked that she had.
“I really appreciate your little helper making this happen,” Mrs. Stephenson said as I opened the door of her Lexus for her. It wasn’t that I was being overly gentlemanly, but my upbringing wouldn’t allow me to be rude. Not to a lady. Not even a man-hungry one like Mrs. Stephenson.
She rubbed up against me, the scent of her perfume assaulting my nose. I was pretty sure the woman had bathed in that shit.
“Hopefully she’s competent enough to get it taken care of correctly.”
How fucking hard could it be to schedule an appointment? Jesus. The woman made it sound like rocket science.
“She will,” I assured her, waiting as she got situated in her car.
After pushing her sunglasses on her face, the woman stared up at me. “I look forward to seeing you again.”
I nodded, then shut the door, turning to walk away before the engine started.
Thankfully, I remembered we had a box of Cedar Door T-shirts stashed on one of the shelves. I quickly made my way over and snatched one. I traded it for the one that had the stench of overpriced perfume and then headed up the stairs. I found Amy in the break room, retrieving a bottle of water from the refrigerator.
I stepped inside, shut the door, then leaned against it, keeping my eyes on her. On her ass, specifically, because Lord have mercy, her ass was so damn sweet in those jeans.
I was still staring as she turned to face me. I slowly lifted my gaze to her face.
She was smiling.
I lowered an eyebrow and pinned her with a glare. “What was that?”
I saw right through the innocent countenance that washed over her features.
“What was what?” Her sweet tone didn’t fool me, either.
The corner of my mouth tipped up. The woman was something else. The more I was around her, the more I got to know her, the more I liked her. No, I didn’t know the first damn thing about her past, but I knew what I needed to in order to form an opinion. The fact of the matter was, I liked Amy Smith.
A lot.
“Come here.” I pointed to the spot directly in front of me.
Amy set the water down, then moved to the spot I'd pointed at.
Her smile was still in place. “Yes?”
I tilted my head, studying her face. “You’re so damn pretty,” I found myself saying.
