home, she felt disheartened that he was injured because of her.
Sighing, she rubbed her forehead to ease the dull headache that had begun and stared at her desk. She reached forward to turn on her desktop computer when her fingers froze in place. The files on her desk were skewed. She was certainly haphazard about many things but remembered when she’d left the other day she had taken the time to straighten her desk.
Leaning forward, she flipped open the file and looked at the contents. Everything seemed in order, and yet, she could not shake the feeling that someone had been through her interview notes.
“Good morning.”
She startled and looked up in surprise as Marcus walked past her, his hands full with two coffee cups.
He sat one on her desk and grinned. “Guess who’s discovered a new coffee shop around the corner from my house?” he asked. “I got you a caramel macchiato, two sweeteners, and I told her to add an extra dollop of caramel.” He glanced down at the drink confection and his brow crinkled. “Hmmm, the whipped cream has melted, and you’ll probably need to zap it in the microwave. But it’s the thought that counts, right? I figured if you needed a day off yesterday, you might need this today.”
She laughed and nodded, popping off the top of the cup and seeing that he was right about the whipped cream. Taking a sip, it was lukewarm but deliciously sweet. “Oh, that’s nice. Thanks!”
He settled at his desk and more people wandered in as well, ready to start the day. Leaning over so that she would not be heard by others, she asked, “Did you see anyone at my desk yesterday?”
“Like sitting at your desk or just near it? Why? Is something wrong?”
“I just thought it looked like someone may have gone through some of my files. Although I don’t know why it would matter, I’ve sent everything to John. It just gave me the creeps this morning, that’s all.”
Marcus chuckled. “You know, you’re the only person our age that still seems to print everything out.”
“You know me! I’m always afraid something will get lost in cyberspace. So I save things to a bunch of different places and then print them out! That way I figure I’ll always have something I need.” Glancing up toward John’s office, the lights still obviously off, she wondered if he was not coming in again today.
“Do you think the receptionist that was drooling over you will be there today and that she might know more about Roger than just what gym he goes to?” They had Jerry, but now Kyle and Alex wanted to get their hands on Roger.
Scowling, Alex shrugged. “It’s worth a shot.”
“Well, she had her eye on you, so I’ll let you do the talking again.”
“Great,” Alex grumbled.
It didn’t take long to get back to their destination and, walking in, Kyle was glad to see the receptionist from yesterday. She looked up from her cell phone, her gaze bouncing between the two of them before settling on Alex with a wide smile on her face.
“Hi! I didn’t think I’d get a chance to see you again.”
Alex leaned his forearms on the counter, his smile cocky. “Hey, darlin’. We’re still looking for Roger. We were here this morning, but he wasn’t in. He wasn’t at the gym either. I don’t suppose you know of any other hangouts of his, do you?”
Kyle was almost certain her eyelashes fluttered but wasn’t sure if that was even a thing. She mimicked Alex’s stance, leaning on her forearms, once again causing her cleavage to deepen. Her voice oozed syrup and she giggled.
“I can’t imagine what you want Roger for.”
She began to twirl a strand of hair around her finger, and it was all Kyle could do to keep from rolling his eyes.
“He’s got some information that I need, so I’m desperate to find him.” Alex leaned forward slightly and added, “Are you sure you don’t know where he might be?”
“Well, the only other place I’ve ever met him at is Tingle’s. It’s a bar down on 46th.” She whispered, adding, “He took me there once, but I thought it was a dive. I mean, if a guy’s going to take me out, he should show me a good time, right?”
“Absolutely, darlin’. A guy taking you out should always show you a good time.”
She giggled again, this time her breasts bouncing with the movement. “Is that an invite?” She asked, her smile threatening to split