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“I know,” I tell him, leaning back in and kissing him on the cheek.
"Have fun." He wiggles his gray eyebrows at me, and I laugh again.
As I turn to go inside, I hope I have more than fun. I want to have Gideon.
Chapter Eight
GIDEON
“What good are you if you can’t get me one fucking phone number?” I’m not usually one to curse at people. Hell, I don’t normally even raise my voice. But something about not being able to get in touch with Emerson is driving me to the edge.
“Gideon, I can’t make a number appear when there is no number. I’m telling you, the woman doesn’t have a phone.” Taylor sighs like he’s done with my shit. Deep down, I don’t blame him, but on the surface, I’m not in my right mind.
“You’re the best investigator I’ve got.” I pinch the bridge of my nose and try to calm down. “Sorry, I just know that if you can’t find it, then it’s hopeless.”
“I’ll send over everything I’ve found so far, and keep looking. You okay with me casting a wider net?”
“Dredge the fucking ocean if that’s what it takes. I want to know everything about every person she comes in contact with. If someone changes her toilet paper roll, I want their family tree.”
“Honestly, if she doesn’t do it herself, I’m not sure she’s worth the hassle.” Taylor laughs at his own joke while I stay silent. “Relax, I’m on it.”
“Thanks.”
“Oh, and one last thing.” Taylor hesitates, and I stop pacing, anticipating bad news. “Can you patch my call back to reception before you hang up?”
“Why?” My brows draw together in confusion as I look out the glass wall of my office toward the front where Scout is sitting. When she sees me, she ducks down in her seat and disappears from view.
“Um, just a few clerical things I wanted to clear up. What was her name again?”
Taylor hasn’t been in our offices before. When we’ve hired him in the past, we’ve always met him in discreet locations to protect his identity. I doubt he’s ever seen Scout before, so why would he want to talk to her? The invoices are paid through our accountants, and I’m the one that runs most of the numbers.
Deciding to distract myself, I walk out of my office and to the reception desk. When I get there, Scout is on the floor, and I lean over, looking down at her.
“It looks like she’s away from her desk. Something I can help you with?”
Scout’s head snaps up before she quickly pretends to search for something on the floor.
“No, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” He clears his throat, and his nervousness makes me grin. Does Taylor have a crush on our receptionist?
“You’ll email me when you have something?” I say, offering him a change in subject.
“Absolutely. We’ll talk soon.”
Taylor ends the call before I can say anything else, and that’s when Scout magically pops up.
“Dropped my pen.” She’s flushed and avoiding eye contact.
“So you know our investigator Taylor?” I ask, and her eyes widen.
“No! He called in, and that was the first time I’ve heard his voice.” She swallows hard before straightening the already straight papers on her desk. “He sounded nice.”
“Does your cousin know you like the sound of his voice?” Scout narrows her eyes at me, and I hold up my hands defensively. “Don’t worry, I won’t say a word to Spencer. Your secret is safe with me.”
“It’s not a secret.” If possible, her cheeks flush a brighter red. “So there’s nothing to tell.”
When Spencer, Landon, and I started the law firm, Spencer suggested his cousin as a receptionist. Scout has been great so far, and the clients love her. And it sounds like so does our special investigator.
“Understood.” I nod and take a few steps back. “Has anyone called for me?”
