Page 7 of Cause of Action

“Ouch.”

“You just don’t sneak up on people like that.”

“I’m sorry. Why are you photographing that couple? Do you know them?”

“That is none of your business. Get out of my cabana.”

“Maybe I’ll walk over there and tell them you were watching them down at the beach and how I just caught you taking pictures of them.” A smirk crossed my lips.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Then tell me what you’re doing.”

“Absolutely not. Now, leave.”

“Okay. I know I’d be pissed if someone was secretly taking pictures of me, except if it were you, of course. Maybe they’ll be understanding, though.” I began to walk away, and she stopped me.

“Wait.”

She removed her sunglasses and rubbed her eyes. When she looked at me, I was caught off guard. Not only was she around five feet seven inches tall, with long sandy brown hair and a killer body, but her baby blue eyes completed her.

“I’m working,” she said, staring at me.

“Working?” My brows furrowed.

“See that man over there?” She pointed.

“Yeah?”

“He’s married, and that is not his wife.”

“Oh. The wife hired you to spy on him, didn’t she?” A smile crossed my lips.

“Yes. So, I need you to leave so I can continue to do my job.”

“You’re a private investigator?” I asked.

“Something like that.”

“Tell me your name, and I’ll leave you alone.”

“Morgan.” She sighed.

“It’s nice to meet you, Morgan.” I extended my hand. “I’m Roman.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” She placed her hand in mine, and I swallowed hard. “Can I get back to work now?”

“Of course.” I smiled. “One question, though. Have dinner with me tonight.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m working.”

“You’re not working 24/7, and you have to eat.”

“I’ll eat. Don’t you worry about me.”

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