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“She didn’t say anything about the case but I suspect that is because she wants to protect the client and all that confidentiality stuff.”
“Makes sense,” Mason said with a nod. “Well, Cable is still looking but I think we got pretty much everything. She wasn’t lying, it looks like she owns her own firm down there in Tampa. Her dad passed away about a year ago and he handed it down to her. From what Cable can tell, there is only one other person working there with her. Not a very big firm.”
“Yeah, I kind of get the feeling like she’s not rolling in the dough. It seemed like she was nervous about how much it would take to fix this thing.” I jutted my thumb in the direction of her car behind me.
“Hey, Lake?” Her voice called out over the noise of the garage and I kicked myself for taking my eyes off the door for a second.
I shot my gaze to her direction. She wasn’t even paying us any mind because her head was down as she looked at some papers in her hands. There was a pen stuck behind her ear and I wondered what the hell she’d gotten into. I wasn’t worried because there wasn’t anything for her to find that would hurt the club. We did our best to run this place as a legitimate business and we weren’t stupid enough to leave incriminating stuff just lying around.
“Oh, sorry.” She stopped short when she got about three feet from us.
As if she knew something was up, she stood tall as her eyes raked over Mason, B-ry, and then Mouse.
Then she turned her eyes on me. There was a terrifying coolness in them. I didn’t want her to think we were talking about her behind her back… even though technically we were.
“How’d you get my name?” she asked and it sounded more curious than mad.
“Registration,” B-ry supplied.
“Ah, smart.” She gave an approving nod. “You have one of those tech gods at your service? Do you know my shoe size yet? If so, then can you go get me a new pair because these just don’t go with every outfit and I might be stuck here a while.”
We all looked down to her green Chucks. I heard Mouse and B-ry chuckling behind me.
I couldn’t help the smile that overtook my face.
And Mason, well, as I looked back over at him, I could tell he was doing his best to try and hide his amusement.
“Didn’t go that far yet,” Mason answered, his lips twitching slightly.
“Cool, then that probably means you haven’t figured out what kind of porn I like to watch.” I choked on my spit and blinked at her. She carried on as if nothing was going on. “I was trying to organize all the shit in there but I can’t read what this says.”
She stepped up next to me and pointed to the paper she was holding.
I tried, I really did, but I couldn’t read whatever kind of alien writing that was. This was the very reason I gave up on filing shit away recently.
“Prospect,” I called out looking three cars down.
He was good with cars and that was just one of the reasons I liked him. But when it came to paperwork, he was the only one that could understand that shit. I started making him tell me the parts he needed so I wouldn’t spend a half hour trying to figure shit out when I was getting an order together.
“Yes, Lake?”
“Talk to him, he should be able to tell you,” I said to Bridget. “And you don’t have to do that.” I had no clue why I hadn’t said that to begin with.
“I know. Have fun talking about me, boys.”
She turned and walked off without another word.
“I think I like her,” B-ry said and I didn’t have to look at his face to know he was wearing a cocky smirk.
“Don’t you already have a woman?” I grumbled under my breath, though I couldn’t tell you where the hell that shit came from.
“So then, let’s get her sorted out and on her way,” Mase said looking at her car with a grimace. Yep, it was that bad.
“Yeah,” I said almost disappointedly and turned my attention back to figuring out all the crap I needed to fix.
“Now I’m curious as hell. What kind of porn does she watch?”
I shook my head as B-ry’s voice faded while they all walked away.
