hands in worry now, all she could do was stare at the other two photos on her desk. God! What kind of sick bastard would send these to her?
Then what he said started to sink in and just as she started to protest, he cut her off. “I don’t give a fuck if it goes against your ethical code. I want you alive so fuck all that shit.”
She frowned at him and at the thought of going against her training. But then again, gee, let’s see. Stick to the codes or stay safe. Hm. Wasn’t really a necessary argument if she looked at it that way. Gunner had put the photos back into the envelope, thank God, so she made her way to her computer and after it came on, she pulled up Ben Edwards’s file.
“Here’s the last information I have for him,” she said, pointing at it with a shaky finger for Gunner to see.
He grabbed some paper and a pen and wrote it along with the contact number down then looked at her. “Gonna give Oz a call. Babe. You okay?” At her nod he instructed, “You do what you do and I’ll be out here at the desk.”
“I have a client coming in,” she looked at the clock, “ten minutes.” She pulled up her schedule on the computer. “Another at ten, one at noon, then two, three-thirty and five.”
“Damn. Are kids that fuckin’ screwed up?”
He winked which kept her from getting offended and she smiled. “I guess so.”
“Gonna take care of this, baby,” he said, bending to look at her as he held her by her shoulders.
Somehow gathering some strength from the contact, she blew out a breath and replied, “All right. I’m gonna call Daphne to let her know what’s going on.”
“Good.” He stood straight and nodded.
“Now, go be my secretary for the day and I’ll get ready after I call her.”
“Sure thing, boss lady.”
Another wink. Another smirk and he left her office.
Okay. She could do this.
She hoped.
As the morning went along, Quinn had to laugh every time a client left because when she’d follow them out to the lobby, they’d stare in awe at Gunner wondering who he was. The funny thing was, every once in a while, he’d look up and smile at one of them which stopped them right in their tracks. The girls especially which made Quinn roll her eyes at their giddiness but she’d giggle right along with them. The mothers were a whole other situation, ogling the hell out of him and trying to make small talk all of which he ignored which made her snicker secretly.
But he’d been great, handling everything almost as well as Justine did even as he did his own work, which consisted mostly of talking on the phone. He’d taken her phone calls and written notes for appointments and had even gotten them lunch so she could eat between her noon and two o’clock appointments. He’d been busy, so she’d eaten at her desk, but it was all good.
When her two-o’clock appointment left, she approached the desk where he sat.
“My next appointment isn’t for thirty more minutes. You said you had to leave at four?”
“I do but I’ll be back around six, so stay put.”
“You’re awfully bossy,” she mumbled as she turned to go back to her office.
“I care.”
That stopped her in her tracks. Turning around, she saw that he was back to messing with his phone sending a text or something of the sort.
Well, she guessed his caring was better than nothing.
She wore a huge smile when she went back into her office.
Chapter 12
“I can’t believe I’m having to do this shit,” Gunner griped into his handheld mic, sitting on a bench in Central Park.
“Dude, shut up. You’ll blow our cover,” Boone hissed from a bench across the way.
“Jesus Christ. I’ve got better things to do,” Gunner complained.
They’d been hired for an hour by two women who ran an art display in the park and said they’d been getting paintings stolen almost daily by who they thought was the same man. So now there Gunner and Boone sat keeping an eye out waiting to catch a thief.
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Then what he said started to sink in and just as she started to protest, he cut her off. “I don’t give a fuck if it goes against your ethical code. I want you alive so fuck all that shit.”
She frowned at him and at the thought of going against her training. But then again, gee, let’s see. Stick to the codes or stay safe. Hm. Wasn’t really a necessary argument if she looked at it that way. Gunner had put the photos back into the envelope, thank God, so she made her way to her computer and after it came on, she pulled up Ben Edwards’s file.
“Here’s the last information I have for him,” she said, pointing at it with a shaky finger for Gunner to see.
He grabbed some paper and a pen and wrote it along with the contact number down then looked at her. “Gonna give Oz a call. Babe. You okay?” At her nod he instructed, “You do what you do and I’ll be out here at the desk.”
“I have a client coming in,” she looked at the clock, “ten minutes.” She pulled up her schedule on the computer. “Another at ten, one at noon, then two, three-thirty and five.”
“Damn. Are kids that fuckin’ screwed up?”
He winked which kept her from getting offended and she smiled. “I guess so.”
“Gonna take care of this, baby,” he said, bending to look at her as he held her by her shoulders.
Somehow gathering some strength from the contact, she blew out a breath and replied, “All right. I’m gonna call Daphne to let her know what’s going on.”
“Good.” He stood straight and nodded.
“Now, go be my secretary for the day and I’ll get ready after I call her.”
“Sure thing, boss lady.”
Another wink. Another smirk and he left her office.
Okay. She could do this.
She hoped.
As the morning went along, Quinn had to laugh every time a client left because when she’d follow them out to the lobby, they’d stare in awe at Gunner wondering who he was. The funny thing was, every once in a while, he’d look up and smile at one of them which stopped them right in their tracks. The girls especially which made Quinn roll her eyes at their giddiness but she’d giggle right along with them. The mothers were a whole other situation, ogling the hell out of him and trying to make small talk all of which he ignored which made her snicker secretly.
But he’d been great, handling everything almost as well as Justine did even as he did his own work, which consisted mostly of talking on the phone. He’d taken her phone calls and written notes for appointments and had even gotten them lunch so she could eat between her noon and two o’clock appointments. He’d been busy, so she’d eaten at her desk, but it was all good.
When her two-o’clock appointment left, she approached the desk where he sat.
“My next appointment isn’t for thirty more minutes. You said you had to leave at four?”
“I do but I’ll be back around six, so stay put.”
“You’re awfully bossy,” she mumbled as she turned to go back to her office.
“I care.”
That stopped her in her tracks. Turning around, she saw that he was back to messing with his phone sending a text or something of the sort.
Well, she guessed his caring was better than nothing.
She wore a huge smile when she went back into her office.
Chapter 12
“I can’t believe I’m having to do this shit,” Gunner griped into his handheld mic, sitting on a bench in Central Park.
“Dude, shut up. You’ll blow our cover,” Boone hissed from a bench across the way.
“Jesus Christ. I’ve got better things to do,” Gunner complained.
They’d been hired for an hour by two women who ran an art display in the park and said they’d been getting paintings stolen almost daily by who they thought was the same man. So now there Gunner and Boone sat keeping an eye out waiting to catch a thief.
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