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his eyes down in the neighborhood of her boobs.
“Lee didn’t do something justice?” She smiled at the weak joke, stood, and reached her hand out. Hopefully she could give him the female handshake, just fingers, but the PI was having nothing of it.
He held on just a little too long. His palm was clammy. When he let go, she couldn’t help it but wipe her hand on her jeans.
“Oh, sorry.” He held his palm out for her to see. “I have a condition. Hyperhidrosis. I sweat a lot.”
Missy could sympathize. She never got man-sweaty, but for a women she soaked easily from little exertion. Five minutes on the treadmill and her shirt was usually sticking to her.
“What’s your name?”
“Paul I.S. Gold. As in, Paul Is Gold.”
Missy arched an eyebrow. “That’s your actual name?”
“Yeah. I mean, it has been ever since I changed it.”
Missy could not comprehend the fact that Lee Greenberg, possibly the most successful attorney in the area, used this guy as his investigator. Maybe Paul I.S. Gold was so underestimatable that he essentially flew under the radar.
Either way, here he was.
“What was it before you changed it?” Missy asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
“Dwayne.”
She laughed, thinking he was actually making a good joke. But when she was met with a serious face, she stopped chuckling.
“What?” he asked.
“Oh. Nothing.”
He put his hands on his hips. It was supposed to be an angry gesture, but on him it was comical.
“Dwayne just didn’t sound right. It sounded like such a dweeby name.” He smiled.
She nodded and decided to be gracious. “Well, Paul Is Gold is a much better name than mine.”
“Missy Demeanor?” he said, not getting it.
Really? “Yeah, like mis demeanor?”
“Oh.” He laughed. “Right.”
She smiled. Time to get down to business. Paul Is Gold couldn’t keep his eyes off her breasts and she was beginning to feel self-conscious even though they were undoubtedly her best feature.
“So Lee filled you in?”
Gold nodded. “We got a dirty cop. What a surprise.”
Missy frowned. “They’re not all bad. Most of them are good, actually.”
Again, it was weird she felt the need to defend Tyler even though he’d wrongfully arrested her best friend. But Missy didn’t dwell on this because she didn’t want to understand what it could mean.
“Too good for me,” Gold said. “Can you believe that? They took three other guys over me, none of whom went the distance. And one of them, Stan Garbo, is actually in prison now for that Ponzi scheme he started while he was working as a cop. ”
Missy pegged Gold to be mid-forties, so the police had probably passed him over twenty years ago at least. He should have been over it by now.
Like she had room to talk. This morning she had almost asked her high school sweetheart for closure.
“Lee told me you were going WiredFit tonight. I think that’s the perfect place to start.”
His eyes migrated south again, and Missy couldn’t stand it anymore. She was so self-conscious about her body, that even positive attention sometimes made her uncomfortable.
“Okay.” She shot out a palm. “Can you keep your eyes up here?” She put her hand in front of her face.”
“Hey, sorry.” He smirked. “I can’t help it. I’m a chubby chaser.”
Missy hated that term. “Excuse me?”
“What? Is chubby a bad term now?” He threw his head back and rolled his eyes. “Somebody call the thought police. I’ll tell you, political correctness has gotten out of control in this country.”
“Women don’t like to be called chubby, in case you didn’t know.”
“Big? Thick? Curvy? BBW? What do you prefer?”
She had called herself all of those things. And that was okay. For her to do. Not okay for somebody else to do.
“Look, Paul, can we keep this strictly business? No offense.”
“I get it. I get it.” He put his hands on his hips again and it was difficult taking him seriously in that pose. “You
“Lee didn’t do something justice?” She smiled at the weak joke, stood, and reached her hand out. Hopefully she could give him the female handshake, just fingers, but the PI was having nothing of it.
He held on just a little too long. His palm was clammy. When he let go, she couldn’t help it but wipe her hand on her jeans.
“Oh, sorry.” He held his palm out for her to see. “I have a condition. Hyperhidrosis. I sweat a lot.”
Missy could sympathize. She never got man-sweaty, but for a women she soaked easily from little exertion. Five minutes on the treadmill and her shirt was usually sticking to her.
“What’s your name?”
“Paul I.S. Gold. As in, Paul Is Gold.”
Missy arched an eyebrow. “That’s your actual name?”
“Yeah. I mean, it has been ever since I changed it.”
Missy could not comprehend the fact that Lee Greenberg, possibly the most successful attorney in the area, used this guy as his investigator. Maybe Paul I.S. Gold was so underestimatable that he essentially flew under the radar.
Either way, here he was.
“What was it before you changed it?” Missy asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
“Dwayne.”
She laughed, thinking he was actually making a good joke. But when she was met with a serious face, she stopped chuckling.
“What?” he asked.
“Oh. Nothing.”
He put his hands on his hips. It was supposed to be an angry gesture, but on him it was comical.
“Dwayne just didn’t sound right. It sounded like such a dweeby name.” He smiled.
She nodded and decided to be gracious. “Well, Paul Is Gold is a much better name than mine.”
“Missy Demeanor?” he said, not getting it.
Really? “Yeah, like mis demeanor?”
“Oh.” He laughed. “Right.”
She smiled. Time to get down to business. Paul Is Gold couldn’t keep his eyes off her breasts and she was beginning to feel self-conscious even though they were undoubtedly her best feature.
“So Lee filled you in?”
Gold nodded. “We got a dirty cop. What a surprise.”
Missy frowned. “They’re not all bad. Most of them are good, actually.”
Again, it was weird she felt the need to defend Tyler even though he’d wrongfully arrested her best friend. But Missy didn’t dwell on this because she didn’t want to understand what it could mean.
“Too good for me,” Gold said. “Can you believe that? They took three other guys over me, none of whom went the distance. And one of them, Stan Garbo, is actually in prison now for that Ponzi scheme he started while he was working as a cop. ”
Missy pegged Gold to be mid-forties, so the police had probably passed him over twenty years ago at least. He should have been over it by now.
Like she had room to talk. This morning she had almost asked her high school sweetheart for closure.
“Lee told me you were going WiredFit tonight. I think that’s the perfect place to start.”
His eyes migrated south again, and Missy couldn’t stand it anymore. She was so self-conscious about her body, that even positive attention sometimes made her uncomfortable.
“Okay.” She shot out a palm. “Can you keep your eyes up here?” She put her hand in front of her face.”
“Hey, sorry.” He smirked. “I can’t help it. I’m a chubby chaser.”
Missy hated that term. “Excuse me?”
“What? Is chubby a bad term now?” He threw his head back and rolled his eyes. “Somebody call the thought police. I’ll tell you, political correctness has gotten out of control in this country.”
“Women don’t like to be called chubby, in case you didn’t know.”
“Big? Thick? Curvy? BBW? What do you prefer?”
She had called herself all of those things. And that was okay. For her to do. Not okay for somebody else to do.
“Look, Paul, can we keep this strictly business? No offense.”
“I get it. I get it.” He put his hands on his hips again and it was difficult taking him seriously in that pose. “You
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