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it actually possible that Trish and I could be on the same side for once? If she
ran a feature on the news about abusive preparers, it could not only strike some fear
into those who might be considering fudging their returns but also educate the public
on the issue. Still, I didn’t trust the woman as far as I could throw her.
Lu waved a hand. “Get her set up in the conference room and round up some agents for
her to interview.”
“Will do,” I said.
“And don’t make any lunch plans for tomorrow,” Lu added. “You and Nick are coming
with me to meet Carl.”
Trish looked at me and raised an accusing brow.
“This way,” I told Trish, ignoring the brow and jerking my head toward the door.
Trish and her cameraman followed me down the hall to the conference room.
“Good news about Brett’s contract with the city of Grand Prairie, right?” Trish said
from behind me. “Landscaping all of the city parks is a huge deal.” Though her tone
sounded innocent, the bitch knew exactly what she was doing. The question was her
way of letting me know she was still in touch with Brett despite my recent request
that he cut off contact with her.
I was glad she couldn’t see my face, as I’m sure my expression showed the hurt and
betrayal I felt. I managed to continue on, not breaking stride. “I’m sure Brett will
do a great job.” If I didn’t kill him first.
While they set up their equipment, I headed to the kitchen and offices, rounding up
special agents and sending them down to the conference room to be interviewed.
As I approached Nick’s office, I heard voices coming from within and stopped a few
feet short of his door to eavesdrop on a conversation taking place between him and
Josh. Apparently Nick had wasted no time and invited Shea, the cute Mavericks dancer,
out for drinks last night. Although she was “smoking hot” with “a body that wouldn’t
quit,” according to Nick, she’d seemed a bit immature. Not surprising since she was
only in her early twenties.
So Nick hadn’t made a love connection. I glanced upward. Thank you, Lord Jesus!
“I e-mailed Kira,” Josh told Nick. “She asked me to meet her for coffee after work
today.” The quiver in his voice told me the prospect had him quaking in his Buster
Brown loafers.
Nick must have noticed it, too. “Need a wingman?” he offered.
“That would be great.”
Great? Apparently Josh didn’t realize that having Nick along would only make him pale by
comparison. Then again, Kira was a techie sci-fi nerd and anime enthusiast. Maybe
a badass cowboy like Nick wouldn’t be her type.
Aw, hell. Who was I trying to fool? Nick was every woman’s type.
I stepped into the doorway of Nick’s office.
He looked up and caught my eye. “Want to join us for coffee after work?” he asked.
“Josh is meeting up with a woman from the Big D site and wants me to be his wingman.
It’ll be less awkward if we’ve got another woman with us.”
“So I’ll be your date?” I tossed my head coyly.
His eyes narrowed. “In a manner of speaking.”
I was thrilled by the thought of being Nick’s date, whether officially or not. “Count
me in.”
Eddie appeared in the hallway. “Ready to nab Richard Beauregard?”
“Almost.” I told Eddie, Josh, and Nick about Trish and her cameraman waiting in the
conference room.
“How do I look?” Eddie asked, turning his face side to side. “Do I need some powder?
How’s my hair?”
I rolled my eyes and led the entourage down the hall.
Trish had arranged two chairs in front of a bookcase that contained the seemingly
endless volumes of the Internal Revenue Code and the extensive regulations promulgated
thereunder. She sat in the chair on the left, leaving the right chair open for the
interviewees.
Trish ran her eyes down the most recent recruits, smiling up at Nick and putting a
hand on his shoulder. “Let’s get you in the chair,” she said.
ran a feature on the news about abusive preparers, it could not only strike some fear
into those who might be considering fudging their returns but also educate the public
on the issue. Still, I didn’t trust the woman as far as I could throw her.
Lu waved a hand. “Get her set up in the conference room and round up some agents for
her to interview.”
“Will do,” I said.
“And don’t make any lunch plans for tomorrow,” Lu added. “You and Nick are coming
with me to meet Carl.”
Trish looked at me and raised an accusing brow.
“This way,” I told Trish, ignoring the brow and jerking my head toward the door.
Trish and her cameraman followed me down the hall to the conference room.
“Good news about Brett’s contract with the city of Grand Prairie, right?” Trish said
from behind me. “Landscaping all of the city parks is a huge deal.” Though her tone
sounded innocent, the bitch knew exactly what she was doing. The question was her
way of letting me know she was still in touch with Brett despite my recent request
that he cut off contact with her.
I was glad she couldn’t see my face, as I’m sure my expression showed the hurt and
betrayal I felt. I managed to continue on, not breaking stride. “I’m sure Brett will
do a great job.” If I didn’t kill him first.
While they set up their equipment, I headed to the kitchen and offices, rounding up
special agents and sending them down to the conference room to be interviewed.
As I approached Nick’s office, I heard voices coming from within and stopped a few
feet short of his door to eavesdrop on a conversation taking place between him and
Josh. Apparently Nick had wasted no time and invited Shea, the cute Mavericks dancer,
out for drinks last night. Although she was “smoking hot” with “a body that wouldn’t
quit,” according to Nick, she’d seemed a bit immature. Not surprising since she was
only in her early twenties.
So Nick hadn’t made a love connection. I glanced upward. Thank you, Lord Jesus!
“I e-mailed Kira,” Josh told Nick. “She asked me to meet her for coffee after work
today.” The quiver in his voice told me the prospect had him quaking in his Buster
Brown loafers.
Nick must have noticed it, too. “Need a wingman?” he offered.
“That would be great.”
Great? Apparently Josh didn’t realize that having Nick along would only make him pale by
comparison. Then again, Kira was a techie sci-fi nerd and anime enthusiast. Maybe
a badass cowboy like Nick wouldn’t be her type.
Aw, hell. Who was I trying to fool? Nick was every woman’s type.
I stepped into the doorway of Nick’s office.
He looked up and caught my eye. “Want to join us for coffee after work?” he asked.
“Josh is meeting up with a woman from the Big D site and wants me to be his wingman.
It’ll be less awkward if we’ve got another woman with us.”
“So I’ll be your date?” I tossed my head coyly.
His eyes narrowed. “In a manner of speaking.”
I was thrilled by the thought of being Nick’s date, whether officially or not. “Count
me in.”
Eddie appeared in the hallway. “Ready to nab Richard Beauregard?”
“Almost.” I told Eddie, Josh, and Nick about Trish and her cameraman waiting in the
conference room.
“How do I look?” Eddie asked, turning his face side to side. “Do I need some powder?
How’s my hair?”
I rolled my eyes and led the entourage down the hall.
Trish had arranged two chairs in front of a bookcase that contained the seemingly
endless volumes of the Internal Revenue Code and the extensive regulations promulgated
thereunder. She sat in the chair on the left, leaving the right chair open for the
interviewees.
Trish ran her eyes down the most recent recruits, smiling up at Nick and putting a
hand on his shoulder. “Let’s get you in the chair,” she said.
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