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He gave up the idea of sneaking to his office to blow off some steam and sauntered into Faith’s office, where he slouched in a seat in front of her desk.
“Let me guess. Micah has been regaling you with tales of my torture.”
Mirth glistened in her eyes as she tried to stifle her laughter. “Well, uhm, yes. I’m afraid he has.”
“Jackass,” Co
“Was it that bad?”
Co
She accepted the change in subject with her usual good nature, but her eyes gleamed speculatively as if to say she’d get the dirt later. Yeah, she was sweet, but she could also be downright evil.
“They’re out on a job. Pop should be in shortly, and, to be honest, I have no idea where Micah is.”
“Damn.”
“Avoiding Pop?” she asked, her lips quivering with another smile.
“It’s pointless. The old coot would just show up at my apartment.”
Faith did laugh then. “Yes, he would. He’s been muttering under his breath about insubordination and hardheaded employees ever since the record execs called to tell him you’d walked.”
Co
“And you don’t.”
“She’s . . . she’s . . . I don’t have words.”
“Wow, Co
He glared at her. “It’s not what you think. She’s . . .” He couldn’t even finish. Faith burst into laughter, her long blond hair shaking over her shoulders. She reached up to wipe tears from the corners of her eyes and kept on laughing.
He rolled his eyes heavenward and wondered if asking for a sudden lightning bolt would be asking for too much.
“There you are.”
Co
Pop ambled up and smiled at Faith. “Your husband said to tell you that he’s going to be ru
Her cheeks pinkened, and a soft smile spread over her features. “Guess I’ll head out, then.”
Traitor, Co
She winked, then collected her purse and headed for the door.
Pop turned his hard stare on Co
Co
Pop grunted. “Well, you’re going to hear it.” He leaned against Faith’s desk and crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t care what happened in L.A. This job is a personal favor to a friend. I told him we’d do it, and I can’t spare one of the others to do it. You’re it.”
Co
Pop snorted. “No sense getting your panties in a wad. You’re acting as bad as that pop star you don’t want to babysit.”
Co
Co
“She’s flying in this Friday. You’re meeting her for di
“Why am I meeting her for di
“Because the two of you are obviously off on the wrong foot, and you need to kiss and make up if we have a hope of making this work.”
“Goddamn it, Pop. You go out to di
Pop stared at him for a long moment. “Are you refusing the job?”
Co
Pop gri
“Fine,” Co
Pop straightened and started for the door. Grudgingly, Co
“Fuck you,” Co
Co
Pop was disgruntled that he hadn’t picked a classier spot, but then, from what he’d seen, Lyric wasn’t the epitome of class, and if he was going to be forced to endure this meeting, then she could damn well come to him on his turf.
He’d spent the better part of yesterday reading the notes that Pop had compiled. Micah had even made an appearance, only too happy to shove the latest tabloid under Co
His trip to the grocery store to get a steak and a six-pack of beer had been soured when he noticed that every single magazine at the checkout had some tale of her latest antics or publicity stunt plastered over the covers.
It would seem that nothing the woman did was shielded from the world, and worse, she seemed perfectly okay with that.
He downed the last of his brew and shoved the empty bottle across the bar. As he glanced sideways, he saw her come in. To his surprise, she wasn’t accompanied by her bodyguards. Not very smart.
She was dressed in tight-fitting jeans and a regular white T-shirt. There wasn’t a hint of pink in her hair and not a spot of makeup dotted her face. She looked remarkably clean-cut and wholesome. Good grief.
Her fingers were shoved into her jeans pockets, and she looked around warily. Unease billowed off her body in a cloud. She looked uncertain, and again he was struck by the odd vulnerability he had glimpsed during her last number at the concert. Clearly he was losing his mind.
Finally her gaze locked on to his and he lifted his hand in greeting. Her eyes glazed over, and it was as if she locked the attitude in place. The cockiness was back in spades.
She twisted her lips and sauntered over, throwing her bag over the bar stool as she slid up to the bar beside him.
“Nice place,” she drawled.
“I think so.” He held up a finger and motioned to the barkeep. “Drink?” he asked her when the bartender walked over.
“Just water.”
“Beer and a water,” Co
She leaned forward and rested her elbows on the scarred wood of the bar. As she wiggled her body to move closer so she could lean, he caught a whiff of her perfume. To his surprise it smelled soft, nice even. He would have expected something strong and overpowering. Like her.
“So,” she said as she made a V with her fingers and pressed them to her lips. “Here we are.”
Co
She sighed and turned sideways to look at him. “Look, let’s at least be honest. I don’t like you. You don’t like me. Neither of us wants to be here and you don’t want to babysit me any more than I want a goddamn na
Despite himself, he chuckled. He couldn’t help it.
“Not bothering to deny it, are you?” she said dryly.