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Ten
Haywood Wish stood before Orson Hemmings feeling like a six-year-old as the automobile tycoon fastened his steel-blue watery eyes on him. Each time Haywood walked into this office, he felt like a child who’d been called down to the principal. He disliked Hemmings’ condescending tone. Just because he had a great deal of money, it didn’t make him a better man. He still had to put his pants on the same way that Haywood did—one leg at a time.
“You have another report for me?” Hemmings clipped.
“Yes, sir. I’ve documented everything I’ve seen since our last meeting. It’s all in this folder. “Haywood took a step closer to the large mahogany desk and handed it to him.
Hemmings glanced through the paper and photos in the folder and then looked up at Haywood, who was still standing at attention as if he were in the military. “There’s nothing incriminating here.”
Haywood noted a hint of disappointment in his voice as if the man truly wanted his wife to be caught cheating on him. Good ole Heather finally wore out her welcome it would seem and he wants to get rid of her. Serves her right.
“No, sir.”
Hemmings continued to stare down at the report that Lynne had carefully typed for Haywood.
“To be honest, your wife has done nothing to tarnish her vows of matrimony,” Haywood replied, proud of his expansive vocabulary. Heather Hemmings hadn’t been the only person to use the library. “She’s been frequenting the library, spas and has done a great deal of shopping.”
“Then what do I need you for?” Hemmings bellowed.
“Actually, you don’t. Your wife isn’t cheating on you.”
As much as Haywood had wanted to find some dirt on Heather to even up the score, he hadn’t. The thought of fabricating false information had occurred to him, but his sense of fair play wouldn’t allow him to do so. He also found private investigating boring. Lynne had suggested he get his real estate license. He was seriously considering it.
“Then you’re fired. Tell Jessica to cut you a check for your services.”
“Thank you, sir,” Haywood said and walked out of Hemmings office a happier man. If he never saw either Hemmings again it would be too soon.
* * *
As Lynne drove to meet a young couple at a house that had just come on the market, her thoughts strayed to Haywood as they often did lately. She didn’t know what she liked about him the best. Aside from his slow drawl and his adorable, boyish smile complete with dimples, he was so damned honest and forthright. Hell, she doubted that man had a devious bone in his entire body, which by the way, she loved, as well. That tall, lanky body of his which gave her so much pleasure played a huge part in her frequent daydreams. To say that he was different from most of the men she’d known would be a gross understatement. She could just about read whatever he was thinking mirrored in those guileless, ocean-blue eyes of his.
To be honest, the only drawback to their relationship was his lack of money, which was definitely caused, by his lack of ambition. She blamed his mother for that. Why would a guy bust his ass if he lived at home and paid no rent? Well, she wanted Haywood and intended to break his cycle of dependence on that woman or any other. He was going to be her man and provide for her— of course with a little help from her to get him started.
He’d called her to let her know that he was off the private investigation case. When she asked if he was going back to Gilbert, he’d told her he’d be looking for another job in the Phoenix area. That’s when the wheels in Lynne’s mind began to turn. She told him to sit tight, because she might have something for him.
Lynne’s agency hired outside companies to do title searches in order to turn up any liens or debts on properties they intended to buy. Perhaps she could convince Haywood to try this kind of investigation. He’d probably be good at it. She had figured all the man needed was
Haywood Wish stood before Orson Hemmings feeling like a six-year-old as the automobile tycoon fastened his steel-blue watery eyes on him. Each time Haywood walked into this office, he felt like a child who’d been called down to the principal. He disliked Hemmings’ condescending tone. Just because he had a great deal of money, it didn’t make him a better man. He still had to put his pants on the same way that Haywood did—one leg at a time.
“You have another report for me?” Hemmings clipped.
“Yes, sir. I’ve documented everything I’ve seen since our last meeting. It’s all in this folder. “Haywood took a step closer to the large mahogany desk and handed it to him.
Hemmings glanced through the paper and photos in the folder and then looked up at Haywood, who was still standing at attention as if he were in the military. “There’s nothing incriminating here.”
Haywood noted a hint of disappointment in his voice as if the man truly wanted his wife to be caught cheating on him. Good ole Heather finally wore out her welcome it would seem and he wants to get rid of her. Serves her right.
“No, sir.”
Hemmings continued to stare down at the report that Lynne had carefully typed for Haywood.
“To be honest, your wife has done nothing to tarnish her vows of matrimony,” Haywood replied, proud of his expansive vocabulary. Heather Hemmings hadn’t been the only person to use the library. “She’s been frequenting the library, spas and has done a great deal of shopping.”
“Then what do I need you for?” Hemmings bellowed.
“Actually, you don’t. Your wife isn’t cheating on you.”
As much as Haywood had wanted to find some dirt on Heather to even up the score, he hadn’t. The thought of fabricating false information had occurred to him, but his sense of fair play wouldn’t allow him to do so. He also found private investigating boring. Lynne had suggested he get his real estate license. He was seriously considering it.
“Then you’re fired. Tell Jessica to cut you a check for your services.”
“Thank you, sir,” Haywood said and walked out of Hemmings office a happier man. If he never saw either Hemmings again it would be too soon.
* * *
As Lynne drove to meet a young couple at a house that had just come on the market, her thoughts strayed to Haywood as they often did lately. She didn’t know what she liked about him the best. Aside from his slow drawl and his adorable, boyish smile complete with dimples, he was so damned honest and forthright. Hell, she doubted that man had a devious bone in his entire body, which by the way, she loved, as well. That tall, lanky body of his which gave her so much pleasure played a huge part in her frequent daydreams. To say that he was different from most of the men she’d known would be a gross understatement. She could just about read whatever he was thinking mirrored in those guileless, ocean-blue eyes of his.
To be honest, the only drawback to their relationship was his lack of money, which was definitely caused, by his lack of ambition. She blamed his mother for that. Why would a guy bust his ass if he lived at home and paid no rent? Well, she wanted Haywood and intended to break his cycle of dependence on that woman or any other. He was going to be her man and provide for her— of course with a little help from her to get him started.
He’d called her to let her know that he was off the private investigation case. When she asked if he was going back to Gilbert, he’d told her he’d be looking for another job in the Phoenix area. That’s when the wheels in Lynne’s mind began to turn. She told him to sit tight, because she might have something for him.
Lynne’s agency hired outside companies to do title searches in order to turn up any liens or debts on properties they intended to buy. Perhaps she could convince Haywood to try this kind of investigation. He’d probably be good at it. She had figured all the man needed was
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