Page 97 of Fierce-Zander

“Now what?”

“Oh, now you want to know what I think we should do?”

“I know what I want to do, but I don’t want you pissed at me again.”

“I think you handled it just fine,” she said.

“It’s more like you handled me. I’m not sure how I feel about that,” he said.

“Don’t make me feel bad about it,” she said. “We both used our professional training to get our way. I’ll get the gun permit and I got you to calm down a bit.”

He turned and cupped her chin. “I don’t want you to feel bad. But I need you to let me know what is going on. I’m being serious about this, Regan.”

He wasn’t sure his heart could take this again.

Love was pretty messed up if you felt like this when you were scared. He had no thoughts in his brain but inflicting pain on the person who sent that letter.

“I know you are,” she said. “So am I. I’ve got this. I’ll keep you posted if I get more or I figure it out and how it goes. I can’t tell you who it is.”

He ground his teeth but knew he couldn’t argue with that.

“So what do we do once we open this door? Or do we wait in here until they leave?”

She looked at her watch. “I’ve got a client coming in fifteen minutes. We can’t wait in here much longer.”

“Do we open the door and kiss and then I just walk out?”

“And leave me here to deal with Miles alone? No way. Not fair.”

“Yeah. Not a good game plan. Then Betsy will want to know things and Miles and she will compare notes.”

“That’s right. We do this together.”

She got up and walked to her desk. “What are you doing?”

“Watch and learn.” She picked up her phone and buzzed Miles’s desk.

“Yes, Regan,” Miles said.

Sounded like he was on speakerphone.

“What kind of popcorn did you make?” she asked.

“Cheddar. We still have half a bag left. How much longer?” Miles asked.

“Do you have candy bars out there?”

“I’ve got my chocolate stash,” Miles said.

“Zander likes caramel. If you bring something in with caramel, we’ll answer questions.”

“Give me two minutes,” Betsy said.

She hung the phone up and returned to the couch and sat, then jumped up and moved her desk chair over next to the chair she sat in for sessions.

“What was that about?”

“They are going to sit on the couch and we are sitting here. We will tell them what we want. But Miles knows I needed to be bribed for it.”

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