I cleared my throat, immediately tamping down my annoyance. “I assure you, Mr. Rourke, Hannon & Michaels is a very professional firm. We treat everything we do with extreme privacy. Performing circus acts won’t be anywhere in your contract, not even in the fine print.”
Rich laughter echoed over the line. “I sincerely hope not.” Then his voice dipped, taking on a low, gravelly tone. “I’m looking forward to meeting you, Ms. Hannon. You come highly recommended for this line of work.”
“Thank you.” I think. “I look forward to meeting you too, Mr. Rourke. We can set a time to further discuss your situation right now, if it’s convenient. When are you available next?”
“It’s Rourke, no need for the ‘Mr.’”
“Excuse me?”
“My name. It’s just Rourke.”
“Um … okay, Rourke. When would be a good time to meet?”
“I’m heading out of town on business for the rest of the month Thursday morning, so the only possible time I can meet is tomorrow night.”
“That should work.” We arranged to meet over drinks the next night in a nearby bar.
“Looking forward to it,” he said.
If I was being honest with myself, I’d have to say I was intrigued. My wolf had taken notice too, surprising since she’d been relatively quiet since we’d come to work. However, the moment Rourke had come on the line, she’d begun to prowl. Having her in my head was beyond strange. It was like two separate parts of myself were alive and could operate independently. It was going to take some getting used to. But I pushed it out of my mind for now. I couldn’t afford to dwell on it, since my top priority was still business as usual. Once things settled back to normal, like I was madly hoping they would, I was going to allow myself to take as much time as I needed to figure everything out.
I stood and stretched. It was after five and I needed to run a few errands before Nick and I met with the lovable Drake Jensen. I was eager for him to make his move tonight, so we could be done with it.
“Have you talked to Dreamsicle yet?” Marcy asked pointedly as I passed her desk on my way out.
“I have. And he did sound pretty darn dreamy. I’m meeting with him tomorrow evening at eight o’clock to discuss the case.”
“Okay, I’ll jot it down.” I watched her simply mark tomorrow night’s calendar date with a big heart. Smartass. “And just so you know, I have a good feeling about this one,” she said with a saucy wink.
“You say that about everyone.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re starting to lose credibility. Plus, you know I never date clients. It goes against my high ethical standards.”
“When you’re done with the job, he won’t be your client anymore. Voilà,” she said. “And I’m bound to be right one of these times. I have witchy instincts, you know.”
I chuckled. “If Nick calls, tell him I’ll pick him up at six-thirty.” He’d been gone all day, which wasn’t unusual. We were both out of the office a lot. His current case was trying to track down a mystery graffiti artist whose art enthralled those who came too close. It was a tough one.
“I’ll be sure to do that,” Marcy said.
I walked to the door.
“And, Jess?”
“Yep?” I turned.
“I’m really glad you’re back.”
“I’m really glad to be back.” I smiled.
“No need to get a big head about it.”
7
I shut my car door and a soft ping floated through my head, followed by my brother’s voice. Heading home already?
Yep, but I’m leaving on another assignment in a couple of hours with Nick. It should be no big deal, just a stakeout. Are you nearby?
I’m a couple blocks away. I can see your car from where I’m standing. Everything’s been quiet on all fronts.
That’s a relief. I glanced out my window and down the street. I couldn’t see Tyler or his completely unsubtle shiny red Mustang anywhere, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t see me. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but nothing sounds perfectly great to me.
Nick is in charge of covering you tonight, so if you two decide to split up you have to give me a call.
Okay. Have you heard anything new from up north? I was hoping the wolves on the Compound had calmed down overnight.
I haven’t heard anything specifically. Dad still has everybody on lockdown now. They were going to have several meetings about it today. I don’t think they’re buying you haven’t changed, and Hank has been on a rampage, shouting garbage about you as usual.
Shit. That’s not good. Well, to top off that crappy news, Ray Hart is the detective on my case.
The asshole who gave you trouble on the force?
The very same. He also found my tranq. They have it at the lab as we speak. He thinks it’s highly illegal and is hoping to pin it on me.
We should’ve taken care of him years ago.
Killing people is not always the perfect solution to everything. Dad didn’t think it was a problem and has Doc on it already. They’ll come up with something plausible. I also told Ray I wasn’t home because I was camping with my new boyfriend, James.
He half snorted half coughed.