“She’ll be back. It’s a pattern. Except she was a little more ticked off than usual this morning.”
She wanted to direct the conversation away from his problems. “As for doing whatever I say, that’s not true, Joseph. I have a vision, but I don’t even know if it’s doable. We need to work together.”
“I got it, okay? Teamwork.” Then he pulled a pencil from his back pocket and redesigned her entire plan.
David chose to drive the Falcon so he could feel the wind in his hair. He’d been shut in the office with Valerie too long for comfort.
She’d smelled good, but not flowery. Not like perfume, but soap. Fruity soap.
And woman.
He downshifted hard as he headed into a turn, an image of her burned into his memory. She’d worn a proper outfit of cotton slacks and a blouse, buttoned to the neck, her hair twisted into some kind of knot, a plastic clip holding it in place. Which left her neck exposed, long, slender, that fruity scent drifting… Peaches, maybe?
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