“It was going to be a hell of a day, facing the implications of their new evidence on the Creative Interiors fires, and he needed all the fortification he could get. He parked and headed toward his office, not happy to see his light on, which meant someone was already waiting for him. Indeed, Cindy sat perched on his desk in a light blue suit snug to her curves, eyeing a box in the corner that hadn’t been there the night before. “Hi,” she said happily, as if she hadn’t tearfully dump...ed him in a restaurant two weeks ago. “Hi,” he said, playing along. He pointed to the box. “What’s that?” “Don’t know. Kenny just said to make sure it didn’t go anywhere, that he’d explain it to you later.” Cutting him off before he could escape behind his desk, she moved close to take his hand and press it against her heart. “Did you miss me?” she asked softly.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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