“I need to work,” I repeated.
“Right,” Cam replied.
I nodded my head once and twisted to turn on my computer. I snatched a Kleenex out of the box on my desk to mop up the coffee spill as I heard them move out of the room.
“Gwen?” Cam called and I turned back, coffee-wet Kleenex in my hand, she was in my door. “Scott was an ass and Delgado controls his life to within an inch of it. He got one dose of you in the light of day and he’s shifted his entire way of doing things. You are not who you think you are,” she told me.
No, she was wrong. I was exactly who I thought I was and the worst of it was, Cabe “Hawk” Delgado knew it.
“I have to work,” I told her.
“You’re not who you think you are,” she repeated.
I stared at her.
“Cookie dough,” she whispered then disappeared from my door.
* * * * *
“Ready, ready,” I said to the courier who was standing inside my door, waiting, visibly impatiently, for me to finish writing out the check from the amount I’d jotted down when I called Nordstrom’s to find out exactly how much a pair of fabulous, silver, watersnake, platform, peep toed slingbacks cost.
I signed the check, ripped it off and shoved it in the envelope with the note I’d dashed out while I still had the courage.
Hawk,
For the shoes. You need to find a replacement for my shifts.
Gwen
I licked the envelope, closed it and handed it to the courier.
“You don’t have a name of the company?” he asked me.
I shook my head. “No, I just know the building, fourteenth floor, turn right off the elevators, right again down the hall and second door down on the left. Tell whoever you hand it to to give it to Hawk.”
His brows shot up. “Hawk?”
“Hawk.”
He eyed me like he thought I had a screw loose.
Then he muttered, “Whatever,” and took his leave.
I shut the door behind him.
Then I walked upstairs and sent my work to my author with my notes. Then I packed a bag. Then I wrote a note for Dad and Meredith and left it in the kitchen. Then I got in my car which Meredith and I had gone to get from her house the day before.
Then I went to Cam and Leo’s.
Chapter Fifteen
Ferret Rescue
I sat at Cam and Leo’s kitchen table with Leo. I was in my nightshirt. Leo was in a gray t-shirt and plaid pajama bottoms. Cam had an early shift. Leo had a late one.
Leonard Freeman was all bulky, compacted muscle on an average height frame, kind black eyes and midnight skin. He was man from head-to-toe which made him perfect for Camille because, except for her lack of cle**age (which was camouflaged by her ample booty and beautiful face) she was all woman.
Leo took a sip of coffee and so did I.