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She pulled a phone from between her breasts and typed with her thumbs. “Get rid of Paris pictures from Mr. Beaumont’s office.”
“This isn’t my office.”
“Why not? You are the boss. Besides, I think Ms. Harrington is ready for you to get out of hers.” She walked over and took the painting of the café down and leaned it against the wall. It was funny, but Deacon seemed to breathe easier.
“Where is Olivia?” he asked.
“She called and said she’d be in the design studio for the rest of the day.”
“Is Parker with her?”
“Nope,” Kelly said. “He’s getting his Corvette after I had it towed. Did you get a chance to case his office?”
“Not yet,” he said absently. “Are there men who work in the design department?”
“Sorta.” She winked. “If you know what I mean. Although I’m not too sure about Samuel. If he’s not gay, he’s asexual. There are no pheromones coming from that guy at all.”
“Good Lord.” Jason walked into the office. “Is sex all you think about?”
Kelly’s smile drooped as her chin hiked. “As a matter of fact, I think about plenty of other things.”
“Name one.” While Kelly pondered the question, Jason looked at Deacon. “You want to go to a Giants game tonight? I’ve got two tickets for right behind home plate.”
If Deacon hadn’t been up all night, he might’ve accepted. But he was dead on his feet and envied the fact that his brothers were now tucked into Olivia’s guest room sleeping peacefully. Damn them.
“Thanks,” he said, “but now that Anastasia is gone, I wanted to get a look at her computer and see what I could find.”
“You fired her?” Jason asked. When Deacon nodded, he turned and high-fived Kelly. After the celebration was over, they dropped their hands and looked stunned by the show of solidarity.
Jason cleared his throat. “So how did she take it?”
“How do you think she took it?” Kelly said. “When I saw her being escorted to the elevators, she looked pissed.”
“That’s putting it mildly,” Deacon said. “Although not pissed enough to rat out her accomplice. And I don’t think they’ll be as blatant as Anastasia was.” Even though this wasn’t his office, and would never be his office, he sat down behind the desk and turned on Anastasia’s laptop. “So did you find any more discrepancies in the accounts?”
Before Jason could answer, Kelly spoke. “I’ll go to the game with you.” For the first time since Deacon had known her, she blushed. “I mean, if you need someone to go with you, I’m not doing anything else tonight.”
Jason’s expression wasn’t exactly thrilled. “Thanks, but since there’s no sex involved, you’d probably be bored to tears. And unenthusiastic fans can really jinx a team.”
Kelly snorted. “As if the Giants have to worry about being jinxed. Their record this year has sucked worse than my last boyfriend. Their batting is dismal and their pitching even worse.”
Jason’s eyes widened. “You follow the Giants?”
“Follow them? I’ve had sex with half the team.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me. I have work to do.”
Jason watched her go before he looked at Deacon. “What do you think?”
“I think it’s doubtful. There have to be at least forty guys on the roster.”
“No, I mean do you think I should take her to the game?” Jason continued to stare at the doorway. “Just so the ticket won’t go to waste, of course.”
“Of course.” Deacon bit back a smile.
After Jason left, Deacon checked out Anastasia’s computer. He didn’t find much. The files were all work-related, and if she’d corresponded with anyone from Avery, the e-mails had been deleted. Maybe he had misread her facial expressions. He was pretty beat, so it was possible. Figuring he wouldn’t get anything productive done until he got some sleep, he closed the laptop and decided to call it a day.
When he stepped out of the office, he was surprised to find that Kelly had set up residence at the assistant’s desk. All her girlie knickknacks cluttered the top, and she was happily tapping away on the computer with some kind of cartoon cat headphones clipped to her head. He was about to wave a hand in front of her face when she noticed him.
“Oh!” she yelled before slipping the headphones to her neck. “So did you need something, Mr. Beaumont?”
