Oh, Jaxon was aware.
Then, her husband sulked forWEEKS.
“Just don’t open the drawer,” he said. “She sits in there and has her little den. I drop a bug in once in a while, and she gobbles it up.”
“Tony,” his wife began.
Only, she stopped.
Why?
They heard a scream.
“I’m going to kill him!” Elizabeth shouted from the morgue.
Uh-oh.
Jaxon confessed.
“Elizabeth asked me where the reports were about ten minutes ago. I told her your desk.”
Tony facepalmed himself.
“Oh, no! She went in the wrong drawer,” he said. “The reports are in the other drawer.”
Jaxon shook her head.
“You better go,” she said. “Hide in Scotland, because she’s going to find you and hurt you. You know she hates spiders and snakes almost as much as she hates killers!”
Oh, he was aware.
When Elizabeth’s voice came over the phone, he knew the jig was up.
“Are you talking to…?”
Only, his wife ended the call to save his life and buy him some time before she sent out the Marines to slap some common sense into him.
As the call ended, Gabby was amused.
“You just won’t learn,” she said. “We try to save you each and every time, but you get yourself in so much trouble with her. When are you going to stop tormenting the boss?” she asked.
He.
Was.
Aware.
Only, he’d never stop.
“Want to know a little secret?” he asked, tucking his phone away and pulling on his boots to work.
Gabby wasn’t sure what he was going to say.
“What?” she asked.
“I do it on purpose. I love riling her up. We’ve been doing this for years, and it’s kind of our thing. When she gets all crazy, it reminds me of our youth. So, to answer your question, never.”
Gabby shook her head.