More bullshit bonding.
Hannah pushed her pregnant self up. “All set.”
Charlene continued to ignore Evangeline. “I’ll grab that coffee and meet you outside.”
When Evangeline rose, Hannah flung her arms around her. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. Chin up. I have faith everything will work out.”
Strangely, that made Hannah laugh. “You definitely have an abundance of confidence, but faith? I’m not sure about that.”
“I have more faith than you might think.” Evangeline left the shop determined to get the skinny on Pastor Joey Thomason.
* * *
Sin suspected Uncle Charlie was behind his motorcycle accident. But he had to exhaust every possibility, so he spent the morning scouring his client list—A Who’s Who of D.C.—but no one stood out as a possible suspect. Not a single person.
Dammit.
His phone rang. He slapped his laptop shut and answered, “Hey, Rico.”
“Sin, my man. I finally got a hold of Eckert. You and your gal pal are all set.”
Silence.
“I need details, Rico.”
“Right. Place is called Kinky Times in Dewey Beach. That logo is definitely his. I got you on the VIP list. He said if you already got New Year’s Eve plans, show up any night this weekend. But just between us—”
Knock-knock.Erica popped her head in. “Evangeline’s here.”
The door widened and Evangeline slinked into his office, hijacking his attention. She’d worn tight blue jeans, a white blouse, black boots, and her hair tied back in a ponytail. Pausing, he scoped her out.Jesus, she’s hot.
“—so, I thought you’d want a heads up,” Rico continued.
“Say that again,” Sin said.
“Eckert’s runnin’ up against some legal shit. If I was you, man, I’d go tonight. Rumor is he’s gonna get shut down this weekend.”
With every step Evangeline took, his heart ticked faster. “Thanks for your help, Rico. Appreciate it,” Sin said and hung up.
As she knelt by his credenza and pulled out the laptop, he envisioned her unzipping his pants, pulling out his cock, and giving him the kind of hello he’d been fantasizing about for days.
“Hey,” she said, snapping him out of his sexual daze. “How are you feeling?”
“Pissed.”
She smiled. “Anger, the great motivator.” She stood and leaned her voluptuous ass against his desk. “What’s going on?”
“I got us on the list for the Dewey Beach kink club.”
Her penetrating gaze was doing a number on him. “Thanks for doing that.”
“We’ve got to go tonight.”
She sauntered over to the conference table, eased down, and opened the laptop. “Well, damn, there goes my New Year’s Eve.”
The thought of her with someone else soured his stomach. “Big plans?”
