Shaking my head, I didn’t dare look at him.
I was sexually frustrated.
I was starting to fall for a man who clearly didn’t feel the same about me.
And I was scared shitless that my husband was watching my every move.
“Not now, Dodge.”
Unlocking the door to my house, I walked in, shut the door and turned off the alarm. Leaning against the door, I slowly slid down and sat on the floor as I cried.
“Fuck. My. Life,” I said as I sobbed into my hands.
WALKING INTO MY HOUSE, I slammed the door shut. “Damn it all to hell,” I said as I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator. Why the hell did I lose control? I’m always losing control around Sierra. The attraction toward her was starting to cause me to not be focused on the things I needed to be focused on right now.
Pulling her file closer to me, I sat down at the kitchen island and looked over my notes from yesterday’s meeting.
Looking at my notes, I read Sierra’s statement of finding the rose. None of this made sense. The guy wasn’t that stupid to jeopardize his case by breaking into Sierra’s house. While she was home.
Letting out a frustrated breath, I pulled out the envelope of photos that the previous lawyer had. Sierra had hired a private investigator to follow Robert around for a couple of weeks. Most of the pictures were of him coming and going from his office and home. There were a number of them with one particular blonde. “This must be Lisa,” I said to myself.
Staring at the girl, I couldn’t help but notice how she looked at Robert. Almost as if she . . . couldn’t stand him.
Interesting.
Digging through the pile of papers, I found the one with Lisa’s information on it.
“Lisa Blank. What a name,” I said as I rolled my eyes. Pulling out my cell phone, I dialed her number.
“Talk to me!” a spunky voice said.
“Hey, Lisa. Baby, what’s up?”
“Um . . . who is this?”
Shit. I hadn’t thought this through very well.
“Mike, you know, we met a couple months back.”
Silence.
“Hello?” I asked as I waited for her to hang up.
“Oh my gosh, Mike from 219 West? The bartender?”
What are the damn odds of that happening? My old life of being a manager of Red 7 looked like it was about to pay off.
“That’s me, baby.”
“You working tonight?” Lisa asked.
Jesus, is this really happening? “Baby I get off at eight and I’m in the mood for some dancing. Meet me at the bar.”
Letting out a little giggle, Lisa said, “I have to come up with an excuse, but I’ll be there.”
I was about to push my luck, but I went for it. “I’m horny as hell, baby, so dress sexy.”
“Damn, tell me what you look like again?”
Fist pumping, I did little jump in the air like Sierra does when she gets excited. This was too good to be true. “Baby, I’m hurt. Blond hair, five o’clock shadow, and I’ll be behind the bar serving up drinks.”
“Right! See you there, Mike.”
The line went dead as I pulled the phone away and stared at it.
“What the fuck did I just do?” Now I had to come up with some sort of plan to get her to talk. I needed to find out just how much Lisa Blank knew and if she was the one who had broken into Sierra’s house.
Blowing out a deep breath, I pulled up Joel’s number and hit it. “Here’s hoping this works.”
Making sure I got to 219 West with plenty of time to spare, I walked up to the bar and asked for Joel. “Is he expecting you?”
Nodding my head, she pointed to his office. Heading on back, I looked around. I missed my old job. I loved managing Red 7, but at the same time, I was strangely happy at my father’s law firm.
Knocking on the door, I waited for Joel to tell me to come in.
“Enter the cave if you dare!” Joel shouted. Opening the door, I chuckled when I saw Joel sitting there with his feet kicked up and talking on the phone. Joel had been a bartender at Red 7 almost the entire time I was there. I had moved him up to manager and before I knew it . . . West snatched him from me.
Joel motioned for me to sit as he dropped his feet from the desk. Looking around his office, I couldn’t help but notice how far he had come in the short amount of time he had been here.
“Listen, I’ve got a meeting so can we discuss this tomorrow? Perfect, I’ll expect your call then.”
Hanging up the phone, he reached out for my hand and started laughing. “So not only are you a lawyer, but you’re a PI too?”