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His citrusy smell hit me, and I felt the brush of his beard, then his lips touching my jaw.
My belly clenched, and I felt a pulse between my legs. Oh.God.
Then he jerked back and shot to his feet.
“I have to…go,” he said.
I blinked. “Okay.”
“Daddy, you’re dropping Lola and me at the Children’s Museum. Then we’re going to get the streetcar back.”
“Right. And then I’m…meeting a contact.”
Clearing my throat, I stood up. “And I need to get some work done.” I paused. “Thanks, Colt.”
He nodded, then before I knew it, I had the office to myself.
I scrubbed my hands over my face. Right, time to restart the day on the right note. Maybe I’d steal one of Colt’s blueberry muffins. He’d carried the bag in when we’d arrived. But when I scanned his desk, that’s when I realized the bag was gone.
I smiled. He’d taken them with him.
Instead, I made myself some iced tea in the tiny kitchen, then got started on emails.
Colt’s office had been a disaster when I’d first arrived. With Colt allergic to office work, and out a lot, and a string of assistants he’d frightened off in quick succession, the filing had been a mess, and nothing had been computerized.
I’d fixed that. I’d had a few office-manager jobs in the past. I was good at organizing things, and I liked chatting with people.
The front door opened, and I turned. My smile flattened a little.
It was an older man, bald, with the stocky body of a man who’d once been fit, but had let himself go a little. His rusty-red shirt strained over a barrel-like gut.
“Can I help you?” I managed a polite smile.
He sneered. “I’m here to give you a warning.”
“I’m sorry?” There was a panic button under my desk, and it went straight to Reath Fury’s security firm down the street. I edged closer to my desk.
“Name’s Rawson. Frank Rawson.”
The name meant nothing to me. “And?”
“I’m a new bounty hunter in town. Let your boss know not to step on my territory.”
Really?I crossed my arms. “Look, Mr. Rawson, you can talk to Colton, but I suspect you waited until he’d left before you came in here to bluster and bully. Colt takes whatever jobs he wants. And he’s good.” I tipped my nose up. “I’m certain the jobs he takes are ones you can’t do.”
Anger crossed the man’s face, and my pulse skittered. Okay, maybe baiting the jackass was not my greatest idea.
He took a few steps forward. I refused to step back and show any fear.
“I think I should teach you a lesson, little girl.”
“I’m not a girl, I’m an adult woman. You can call me Ms. Underwood. Now look, I’ve had a trying morning. So if you could just leave—”
He took another menacing step forward. “No one tells me what to do, you uppity bitch.”
Neither of us heard the door open.
“Who the fuck are you?”
