outside Bond P.I. and take out my phone, the little light is blinking orange, his color, and his message is definitely luck pushing.
Carry on sassing and I’ll ban Miss Rosie from selling you cake or pie.
I gasp. What a bastard. You wouldn’t dare.
Try me.
You ban her from selling me my life fuel and, the next time you put your dick in my mouth, I’m biting it. Right off. Then spitting it at you.
My phone rings the moment I put the keys into the door. I answer and balance it between my shoulder and my ear as my assistant, Grecia, pulls into the lot. “Hello?”
Drake’s voice, somewhat amused, rumbles down the line. “Was that a threat?”
“No.” I unlock the door and push it open. “It was a promise. Don’t fuck with my cupcakes.”
“I should come over there and make good on that tally chart.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” I smile at Grecia as she walks in then dump my purse on the table in the meeting room before heading for the kitchen. “Don’t you have to go and save the world?”
“Do you mean arrest Mr. Russo for harassment?”
“What’s he harassing, Captain Spankalot?”
He’s quiet for a second, and I know he’s fighting laughter. “Us,” he finally says.
I’ve almost finished making my coffee by this point. He must have had to really think about whether or not to ignore that nickname.
“He’s apparently been here since six a.m., demanding to speak with the detective in charge, requiring answers to questions we haven’t even asked yet, and threatening us with his lawyer.”
“His lawyer? What for? What’s he asking? What did you say?”
“I told him, if he didn’t calm himself down, I’d be arresting him and then he really would need to call his lawyer. Then I came into my office and locked the door in his face.”
“Professional.”
Tapping sounds down the line. “He was being a pain. It was that or I punched him for getting in my face.”
And that’s why Drake isn’t allowed to go to work tired.
“Where is he now?” I ask.
“He’s currently in one of the empty waiting rooms with a coffee. He’s talking to his lawyer, who happens to be your favorite person in the entire world. If he shows up, I might call you to handle it.”
I purse my lips. Samuel Goldberg. One of Austin’s finest lawyers. Rich as filth from defending just that—filth.
If I had such a thing as a mortal enemy, that son of a bitch would be enemy number one.
I hate the man. He rubs me the wrong way just by being in the same room as me, and the feeling is mutual. We dealt with each other more times than I ever wanted to when I was with the Dallas PD, and the number of times I’ve dealt with him since leaving is way too many too.
“No, thank you. Unless you’d like another murder case on your hands. Except I’ll save you the investigation and let you witness it.”
“I’m good. I’d like you around a little longer.” There’s knocking from his end. “I have to go.”
“You’ll call me if you find anything out, right?”
A resigned sigh crackles the line. “Yes, I’ll call you. But you’ll bring me lunch.”
“Can’t. Working through it. I’ll see if Rosie can get her new guy to deliver.”
Rosie’s introduction of a new staff member who does deliveries is both the best and worst thing.
Best? I can get a cupcake any time she’s open without moving my ass from my chair.
Worst? I can get a cupcake any time she’s open without moving my ass from my chair.
“But then I have to pay for it.”
Yeah, well, I have to pay for cupcakes without moving when my pants don’t fit. Life sucks.
“Correct. Have fun. Bye. Love you.” I hang up before he can say another word.
Hey—I’ll send him lunch, but I’m not paying for it as well. He, on the other hand, can pay for mine. Since I’m ordering it.
“Good morning!” I say chirpily to Grecia. And Bek and Dean, who apparently arrived when I was on the phone.
Bek shoots me a glare and walks past me into the
Carry on sassing and I’ll ban Miss Rosie from selling you cake or pie.
I gasp. What a bastard. You wouldn’t dare.
Try me.
You ban her from selling me my life fuel and, the next time you put your dick in my mouth, I’m biting it. Right off. Then spitting it at you.
My phone rings the moment I put the keys into the door. I answer and balance it between my shoulder and my ear as my assistant, Grecia, pulls into the lot. “Hello?”
Drake’s voice, somewhat amused, rumbles down the line. “Was that a threat?”
“No.” I unlock the door and push it open. “It was a promise. Don’t fuck with my cupcakes.”
“I should come over there and make good on that tally chart.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” I smile at Grecia as she walks in then dump my purse on the table in the meeting room before heading for the kitchen. “Don’t you have to go and save the world?”
“Do you mean arrest Mr. Russo for harassment?”
“What’s he harassing, Captain Spankalot?”
He’s quiet for a second, and I know he’s fighting laughter. “Us,” he finally says.
I’ve almost finished making my coffee by this point. He must have had to really think about whether or not to ignore that nickname.
“He’s apparently been here since six a.m., demanding to speak with the detective in charge, requiring answers to questions we haven’t even asked yet, and threatening us with his lawyer.”
“His lawyer? What for? What’s he asking? What did you say?”
“I told him, if he didn’t calm himself down, I’d be arresting him and then he really would need to call his lawyer. Then I came into my office and locked the door in his face.”
“Professional.”
Tapping sounds down the line. “He was being a pain. It was that or I punched him for getting in my face.”
And that’s why Drake isn’t allowed to go to work tired.
“Where is he now?” I ask.
“He’s currently in one of the empty waiting rooms with a coffee. He’s talking to his lawyer, who happens to be your favorite person in the entire world. If he shows up, I might call you to handle it.”
I purse my lips. Samuel Goldberg. One of Austin’s finest lawyers. Rich as filth from defending just that—filth.
If I had such a thing as a mortal enemy, that son of a bitch would be enemy number one.
I hate the man. He rubs me the wrong way just by being in the same room as me, and the feeling is mutual. We dealt with each other more times than I ever wanted to when I was with the Dallas PD, and the number of times I’ve dealt with him since leaving is way too many too.
“No, thank you. Unless you’d like another murder case on your hands. Except I’ll save you the investigation and let you witness it.”
“I’m good. I’d like you around a little longer.” There’s knocking from his end. “I have to go.”
“You’ll call me if you find anything out, right?”
A resigned sigh crackles the line. “Yes, I’ll call you. But you’ll bring me lunch.”
“Can’t. Working through it. I’ll see if Rosie can get her new guy to deliver.”
Rosie’s introduction of a new staff member who does deliveries is both the best and worst thing.
Best? I can get a cupcake any time she’s open without moving my ass from my chair.
Worst? I can get a cupcake any time she’s open without moving my ass from my chair.
“But then I have to pay for it.”
Yeah, well, I have to pay for cupcakes without moving when my pants don’t fit. Life sucks.
“Correct. Have fun. Bye. Love you.” I hang up before he can say another word.
Hey—I’ll send him lunch, but I’m not paying for it as well. He, on the other hand, can pay for mine. Since I’m ordering it.
“Good morning!” I say chirpily to Grecia. And Bek and Dean, who apparently arrived when I was on the phone.
Bek shoots me a glare and walks past me into the
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