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took them both, thanked the woman, then resumed her vigil at the window.
Upon landing, she grabbed her baggage, retrieved her rental car from the lot, and headed to the office. It was late afternoon, plenty of time left to pull out Quise’s files and get them ready to fax over to his new agent. Once that was done, she’d be free of him at last.
The look on her tightly set face as she entered the office prompted Carole to ask, “Bad flight?”
“No, bad day.” Only then did JT see the flowers on the counter behind Carole’s desk. Tulips. Purple. Beautiful.
Carole grinned, “Guess who these are from?”
“Who?” JT asked suspiciously.” And you’d better not say Reese.”
“Okay I won’t, but I’d be lying.” Carole scanned her boss and friend. “Arrived about an hour ago.”
“I’m going to smack him,” JT gritted out. Pointedly attempting to ignore the gorgeous tulips and failing badly, she walked over to the vase and snatched free the small florist card. She read: Sincerely, Reese. She didn’t know whether to melt or curse.
A confused Carole watched her closely. “Want to tell me what’s going on?”
“How about Reese the Fine works for the World League commissioner.”
“What?”
JT told her the tale, and when she finished, Carole’s brown eyes were sparkling with mirth. “When do tickets go on sale? I want a front row seat, you hear me?”
“Shut up,” JT tossed back, smiling.
“I’m not joking. He’s with the commissioner’s office? Doesn’t he know you can’t hang with the enemy?”
JT was sniffing the flowers, then caught herself. “Apparently not.”
“They are beautiful. Think he knows you garden?”
She shrugged. “The man could be a florist too, for all we know.”
“Feel like he played you, huh?”
“I do,” JT replied emotionally. “And there I was offering him money for gas. Was he laughing at me the whole time?”
“My gut says no. Me, I want more cherries.”
“You would,” she accused with a laugh, and picked up the vase of tulips. “Gather up all Quise’s stuff so we can forward it. I’m assuming he’ll be represented by my archenemy from now on, but let’s wait for a call.”
“Yes, ma’am. Enjoy the tulips.”
Seated at her desk, JT took in the sight of the two vases standing proudly on her glass coffee table. The lilies were still beautiful. The thick fragrant scent filled the office air. The purple tulips stood as a color counterpoint to the gold and ivory callas. But she was still undecided on where she stood. She reread the card from the tulips. The wording hadn’t changed: Sincerely, Reese. Was she to assume he was apologizing? She’d assumed he was a truck driver, and look how that turned out. Sighing, she set the card aside and booted up her computer. She had work to do.
Reese tossed his suit bag over the arm of the sand-colored sofa then glanced around at the hotel suite that would be home for a while. It was spacious enough to keep him from feeling claustrophobic, offering a separate bedroom complete with a king-size bed. There was also an expansive bathroom with a six head shower. The sleek furniture and other fancy appointments were indicative of a pricey hotel. A walk over to the large door-sized windows showed he was facing one of the runways at LAX. As a big 767 rolled in, the noise was minimal because of the soundproof glass, another hotel amenity. He’d have to tell Tay to raise the pay of the administrative assistant responsible for booking the room. The view was perfect for a man who’d loved planes since childhood.
Taking out his phone, he placed a call to the LAPD captain heading the investigation into Gus Pennington’s death. Voice mail answered, so he left a message and went to unpack.
Later, Reese had just finished his room service dinner and was going over the reports the detectives had shared with the commissioner’s office when the call back came in. The captain’s name was Luis Mendes. “Welcome to
Upon landing, she grabbed her baggage, retrieved her rental car from the lot, and headed to the office. It was late afternoon, plenty of time left to pull out Quise’s files and get them ready to fax over to his new agent. Once that was done, she’d be free of him at last.
The look on her tightly set face as she entered the office prompted Carole to ask, “Bad flight?”
“No, bad day.” Only then did JT see the flowers on the counter behind Carole’s desk. Tulips. Purple. Beautiful.
Carole grinned, “Guess who these are from?”
“Who?” JT asked suspiciously.” And you’d better not say Reese.”
“Okay I won’t, but I’d be lying.” Carole scanned her boss and friend. “Arrived about an hour ago.”
“I’m going to smack him,” JT gritted out. Pointedly attempting to ignore the gorgeous tulips and failing badly, she walked over to the vase and snatched free the small florist card. She read: Sincerely, Reese. She didn’t know whether to melt or curse.
A confused Carole watched her closely. “Want to tell me what’s going on?”
“How about Reese the Fine works for the World League commissioner.”
“What?”
JT told her the tale, and when she finished, Carole’s brown eyes were sparkling with mirth. “When do tickets go on sale? I want a front row seat, you hear me?”
“Shut up,” JT tossed back, smiling.
“I’m not joking. He’s with the commissioner’s office? Doesn’t he know you can’t hang with the enemy?”
JT was sniffing the flowers, then caught herself. “Apparently not.”
“They are beautiful. Think he knows you garden?”
She shrugged. “The man could be a florist too, for all we know.”
“Feel like he played you, huh?”
“I do,” JT replied emotionally. “And there I was offering him money for gas. Was he laughing at me the whole time?”
“My gut says no. Me, I want more cherries.”
“You would,” she accused with a laugh, and picked up the vase of tulips. “Gather up all Quise’s stuff so we can forward it. I’m assuming he’ll be represented by my archenemy from now on, but let’s wait for a call.”
“Yes, ma’am. Enjoy the tulips.”
Seated at her desk, JT took in the sight of the two vases standing proudly on her glass coffee table. The lilies were still beautiful. The thick fragrant scent filled the office air. The purple tulips stood as a color counterpoint to the gold and ivory callas. But she was still undecided on where she stood. She reread the card from the tulips. The wording hadn’t changed: Sincerely, Reese. Was she to assume he was apologizing? She’d assumed he was a truck driver, and look how that turned out. Sighing, she set the card aside and booted up her computer. She had work to do.
Reese tossed his suit bag over the arm of the sand-colored sofa then glanced around at the hotel suite that would be home for a while. It was spacious enough to keep him from feeling claustrophobic, offering a separate bedroom complete with a king-size bed. There was also an expansive bathroom with a six head shower. The sleek furniture and other fancy appointments were indicative of a pricey hotel. A walk over to the large door-sized windows showed he was facing one of the runways at LAX. As a big 767 rolled in, the noise was minimal because of the soundproof glass, another hotel amenity. He’d have to tell Tay to raise the pay of the administrative assistant responsible for booking the room. The view was perfect for a man who’d loved planes since childhood.
Taking out his phone, he placed a call to the LAPD captain heading the investigation into Gus Pennington’s death. Voice mail answered, so he left a message and went to unpack.
Later, Reese had just finished his room service dinner and was going over the reports the detectives had shared with the commissioner’s office when the call back came in. The captain’s name was Luis Mendes. “Welcome to
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