Page 83 of Always Salty

“Oh,” I breathed. “Do you think that he knows that was me?”

“Probably not all that hard to figure out. He counted the windows. Knew the floor. Probably looked at your mailbox in the foyer,” he explained. “It’s right by the office where he would’ve gone to get paid.”

I shivered. “I hope it’s all just a coincidence.”

“Him seeing you practically naked, then you seeing him out and about? Maybe. But him coming to your place of work? I don’t believe in that many coincidences,” he growled.

I shivered at the way his words made excitement dance across my skin.

“What now?” I asked.

“Now,” he said, “I figure out where that fucker lives and see what he knows.”

I nodded, deciding it was best not to question him and his methods. I might find out something that I didn’t like.

“Think maybe we should get married,” I teased. “That way I can’t be forced to be a tattletale against you.”

His eyes gleamed and he pulled me in close using the top of his helmet.

“That can be arranged.”

I smiled. “I have to get to CE.”

“Then go,” he said. “But don’t forget to drop the cats off first.”

I looked back at the cats that were practically begging to be let out of their carrier.

“The entire drive to the vet,” I sighed. “They cried. It was awful.”

“I’ll bet,” he agreed.

He went to step back, but I caught him by the t-shirt and pulled him toward me. “About what you said earlier…”

His eyes flashed with excitement, but his face remained bored. “Yeah?”

“I might be even more head over heels for you than I thought.”

He laughed and then opened my door for me. “It’s not too soon?”

“No,” I dropped down into my car seat and blew him a kiss. “It’s not.”

He eyed me, then checked out my car. “I think we need to get you something newer.”

I rolled my eyes and slammed the door.

He watched me go, and only when I was well on my way did he head back to his bike that was still parked in the middle of the parking lot.

I didn’t see the man, Cornelius Stone, but I had a feeling that I didn’t want to.

“Come on, Copper,” I moaned. “I’m starving, and we’re accomplishing nothing here right now.”

Copper groaned, scrubbing his hands down his face. “This place is a mess. I can’t believe you didn’t catch any of the stuff they were doing.”

The ‘stuff’ they were doing was embezzling money, and lots of it.

“I can’t say that accounting is my best subject,” I admitted as we gathered our trash and headed for the door.

I dropped my load into the trash in the hall, and he followed suit, before heading back to lock the office door.

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