Page 21 of Stalker

Penny purred. “I am, aren’t I?”

Cash was actively making faces at me. The guy was a goofball, but with the treacherous work we did, I was thankful for his camaraderie.

“Can Cash come?” I asked, being naughty.

Cash narrowed his bushy eyebrows as he walked closer.

“Of course he can. I’m certain he can give us a few tips on the hottest of men.”

“Send me the email. Now, I need to do some actual work.”

She laughed. “Ta-ta.”

I shook my head as I tossed my phone onto my desk.

“What am I going to?” he asked.

“How about a hot male charity auction?”

He frowned. “I don’t know. I just hooked up with a hottie myself. He’s a sizzling doctor. I’m not sure I’m ready to two-time him just yet.”

“You are one bad boy. Teach me a few things. What’s up? I thought we had a quiet day.”

“You’re being summoned by Mr. Wells.” As always, Cash scrunched up his face. Maximus Wells was a gruff man and had headed the prosectors’ office for ages. He kept threatening to retire, but so far, he hadn’t committed to doing so.

Maybe because he was a control freak.

I sighed on purpose. “Since when did you become my secretary?”

“Since he caught me in the men’s bathroom. I guess he knows we’re close.”

“Just like two peas in a pod. Was he in a good mood?”

We’d heard the aging man yelling at a young attorney only a few weeks before. Granted, the idiot deserved it for almost getting a case tossed out and it was a good reminder the man still had spunk.

“I couldn’t tell. Let’s just say nondescript.”

“Fine. After dealing with Reginald Baker, I think I need a little nondescript. But if he’s a grouch, I can handle him.”

“Just like you did Baker the Butcher.”

I hated the moniker, the press glorifying Reginald’s heinous crimes as if the man was a celebrity. No, they hadn’t condoned his torture and murder, but any press was like injecting sugar straight into the man’s veins. I’d learned a great deal about myself during the case and about men in general.

And I’d decided dating would remain off the table for a few more months.

“You’re right.” I grabbed my iPad for notes, smoothed down my skirt, and grabbed a handful of Tic Tacs.

“Head up, girl. You are the star prosecutor in this town as of this morning.”

“Yeah, well. I could do with a little rest.” I laughed and headed out of my office. Maybe a day off would be just what I needed.

I strolled toward the elevator, trying to relax as I rode up the three flights to the top offices. Once on the floor, the receptionist waved me back. At least we’d had coffee a few times and she’d tipped me off on moods from time to time.

I knocked on the partially open door.

“Come in, Cassandra. Close the door after you.”

Mr. Wells’ voice wasn’t gruff at all, but serious. I headed toward his desk and he ushered me to take a seat.

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