"Welcome back, Grace," Bridget Hall said, popping her head in the open doorway. Grace and I jolted at the unexpected interruption.
"Damn it, Bridget! Are you trying to give us heart attacks?" I half-teased, glad for the distraction from the conversation about Eric Bennett.
She was quick on her feet and replied, "I thought stealth was a job requirement around here, boss lady."
"Touché," I said. Bridget was right, after all. "I hate it when you call me boss lady. You own just as much of this place as I do."
I shifted my stern stare from her to Grace, who was just as guilty of treating me as if I was in a position of power over her and the rest of the girls.
"That's only because you're too nice for your own good." The petite redhead shrugged as she looked to Grace for any sign of solidarity.
Grace obliged with a nod. Sure, I'd put up my inheritance money to start the venture, but Grace was the one who'd ultimately talked me into getting into the home-wrecking business in the first place.
"I can think of a few men who would disagree with that statement." I smirked.
One thing was certain: I was very good at my job. Not to say the other girls weren't good. Lydia and Grace were both great, and they were willing to do whatever it took to get the job done, but they favored an investigative approach. Investigation took time. I was more hands on, so to speak. I closed most cases in record time and just happened to satisfy some of my own needs in the process.
"Hey, Bridge, while you're here, can you take a look at my laptop?" Grace grabbed her bag from the floor.
"Not a problem."
Bridget took the computer and set it down on my desk to start working her IT magic. The girl was a technology genius and drop-dead gorgeous to boot. It was impossible to understand how she'd made it to the ripe age of twenty-six with her virginity intact. Granted, she was cripplingly shy around strangers and dressed to hide what I happened to know was a stellar body, but she'd been a computer science major in college for God's sake. A self-conscious hot girl in that field was like an injured seal swimming in a cove of killer, albeit nerdy, whales.
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