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“You’re young. Still have plenty of time to settle down and start a family.”
“Um, I’m not that young. And I think that’s my cue to go to work.”
“You always do that.” Marlow gripped the back of a kitchen chair. Her hair looked like shit. There was still some dried banana on her face. But damn if she wasn’t beautiful.
“Do what?”
And then she opened her mouth. “Run away when conversation shifts to topics you don’t like.”
“I learned from you.”
“I don’t do that.”
“Let’s talk about Jack.”
Her knuckles turned white, the glare she shot me fierce. “I have to get to the garage.”
I gave her an insincere smile. “My point exactly.”
“I’ll bring lunch by.” Mr. Dixon rubbed his hands together. “Are you going to make it, Patrick?”
“Not today. I have a lot of work to catch up on.” I held up my fist and he bumped it. “Later on, Mr. Dixon.”
“Later on.” I was almost to the entryway when he spoke. “We’ll see you on Sunday, right?”
“Wouldn’t miss it.”
I threwmy pen across the office. Gerard ducked.
“I will only tolerate so much,” he said stoically.
“Sorry. If I’d known you were coming in, I would have thrown it over there.” I chunked another pen toward the bookcases to prove the point.
“What’s wrong with you?” He remained just inside the door.
“Why don’t you ever make yourself at home here? You’ve worked for me for what? Seven, eight years.”
“Almost eight.” He sounded surprised I was even in the ballpark.
“You’re over there, all formal. You can come in, take a seat. Hell, let’s have a drink. I could use one.”Or five.
“Do you need a physician?”
Maybe a straight jacket.
“I need to get laid.”
“Contrary to popular belief, that won’t solve problems. For instance, that case you neglected yesterday. Did leaving with that woman help?”
“That woman is the devil incarnate.” And not that it was any of his concern, but leaving with her had helped . . . and made things worse at the same time.
“She won’t let you fuck her.”
I gaped at my assistant. “I’ve never heard you curse.”
“I’m a professional.” He lifted his chin. “And I can’t say the same for you.”
“You don’t think I’m professional?” That stung a bit.
