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rest of the nonexistent tenants? Or are you trying to make sure I can’t escape?”
“Definitely the escape part. You’re flighty and we have some things to cover.”
Electricity sparked the air as soon as they were alone. It arced between them, throwing Campbell for a loop.
Being affected by a woman wasn’t out of the ordinary, but this? What raced beneath his skin? Nothing had ever propelled him toward someone so strongly before nor held him back.
“Sooo…” she started, but she didn’t follow it up with anything other than a nibble to that delicious bottom lip of hers.
Which he could still taste. Like coconut. Her lips tasted like coconut. Deserted on some secluded side of a remote beach sounded pretty good to him at the moment. He took a step forward and her eyes went a bit wide. Stopping, he crossed his arms over his chest as if that could keep him in place.
“This is what we’re going to do.”
She cocked an eyebrow at him but thankfully she didn’t roll her eyes. Nothing made his spanking hand twitch like attitude from the woman he wanted beneath him. On her knees.
Focus .
“Your schedule is going to have to change so we keep whomever is after you off your back. At least until we can get feelers out there to glean some more information.”
“You said ‘glean’.”
Without anything else forthcoming he shook his head. “And?”
“No and. You just surprised me.”
It was almost like a compliment but with her uncanny ability to turn it into a shiv found in a prison rec room.
“What exactly about my schedule is going to have to alter? I have set hours at the clinic I cover—”
“Change them.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“You have a full staff there, do you not?”
“Well, yes, but—”
“Then change them.”
Squinting at him, she crossed her arms, matching his position, but in her case it plumped her breasts up enough he could see a good amount of cleavage he wanted to gather up and—
“Eyes up here, Campbell.” She bent down into his line of sight and sneered at him.
“Sorry. You’re gorgeous and you’re distracting the shit out of me after that kiss earlier.” Great. Bringing up the pink elephant in the room was totally going to keep the convo on track. What were they talking about?
“Uhh… Was that a compliment or not? Sometimes I feel like you’re giving me some kind of tribute but it’s with an edge.”
Campbell snickered. “I was just thinking the same thing about you. Okay, back to the schedule that you’re going to change. What is your schedule now?” Pulling a small pad and pen from his back pocket, he readied himself to take notes. “Days of the week, times, etcetera.”
She stared at the pad and then at him. Then at the ceiling where it looked as if she were contemplating some mathematical equation. “Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday I work eight to six. Wednesday I’m supposed to be off at five and then Friday off at five too.”
Writing it all down, he caught up with her. “Supposedly?”
“I’m normally there fifteen minutes early to get everything open at eight o’clock sharp and I tend to stay later.”
“How much later?”
“’Til everything is done.”
“Gimme a ballpark. And shrugging doesn’t actually count as an answer.”
“Six forty-five. Seven. Depends on how busy we are.”
“Any days later than that?”
“Some, but I really try to get out of there by seven.”
“Why not try to get out of there at six? Especially if you have other people there you pay to be there ’til the clinic closes.” Wasn’t exactly relevant to what they needed to adjust but he was honestly interested.
Composing her thoughts, she rubbed her lips together. “We stay so busy there is almost always someone else to help. Someone else who needs a shoulder to cry on or just someone to talk to for a second who understands how freaked out they are. I can’t just bum rush someone out the door because I need to get home to my dog. Not
“Definitely the escape part. You’re flighty and we have some things to cover.”
Electricity sparked the air as soon as they were alone. It arced between them, throwing Campbell for a loop.
Being affected by a woman wasn’t out of the ordinary, but this? What raced beneath his skin? Nothing had ever propelled him toward someone so strongly before nor held him back.
“Sooo…” she started, but she didn’t follow it up with anything other than a nibble to that delicious bottom lip of hers.
Which he could still taste. Like coconut. Her lips tasted like coconut. Deserted on some secluded side of a remote beach sounded pretty good to him at the moment. He took a step forward and her eyes went a bit wide. Stopping, he crossed his arms over his chest as if that could keep him in place.
“This is what we’re going to do.”
She cocked an eyebrow at him but thankfully she didn’t roll her eyes. Nothing made his spanking hand twitch like attitude from the woman he wanted beneath him. On her knees.
Focus .
“Your schedule is going to have to change so we keep whomever is after you off your back. At least until we can get feelers out there to glean some more information.”
“You said ‘glean’.”
Without anything else forthcoming he shook his head. “And?”
“No and. You just surprised me.”
It was almost like a compliment but with her uncanny ability to turn it into a shiv found in a prison rec room.
“What exactly about my schedule is going to have to alter? I have set hours at the clinic I cover—”
“Change them.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“You have a full staff there, do you not?”
“Well, yes, but—”
“Then change them.”
Squinting at him, she crossed her arms, matching his position, but in her case it plumped her breasts up enough he could see a good amount of cleavage he wanted to gather up and—
“Eyes up here, Campbell.” She bent down into his line of sight and sneered at him.
“Sorry. You’re gorgeous and you’re distracting the shit out of me after that kiss earlier.” Great. Bringing up the pink elephant in the room was totally going to keep the convo on track. What were they talking about?
“Uhh… Was that a compliment or not? Sometimes I feel like you’re giving me some kind of tribute but it’s with an edge.”
Campbell snickered. “I was just thinking the same thing about you. Okay, back to the schedule that you’re going to change. What is your schedule now?” Pulling a small pad and pen from his back pocket, he readied himself to take notes. “Days of the week, times, etcetera.”
She stared at the pad and then at him. Then at the ceiling where it looked as if she were contemplating some mathematical equation. “Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday I work eight to six. Wednesday I’m supposed to be off at five and then Friday off at five too.”
Writing it all down, he caught up with her. “Supposedly?”
“I’m normally there fifteen minutes early to get everything open at eight o’clock sharp and I tend to stay later.”
“How much later?”
“’Til everything is done.”
“Gimme a ballpark. And shrugging doesn’t actually count as an answer.”
“Six forty-five. Seven. Depends on how busy we are.”
“Any days later than that?”
“Some, but I really try to get out of there by seven.”
“Why not try to get out of there at six? Especially if you have other people there you pay to be there ’til the clinic closes.” Wasn’t exactly relevant to what they needed to adjust but he was honestly interested.
Composing her thoughts, she rubbed her lips together. “We stay so busy there is almost always someone else to help. Someone else who needs a shoulder to cry on or just someone to talk to for a second who understands how freaked out they are. I can’t just bum rush someone out the door because I need to get home to my dog. Not
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