“Never pictured you as the fuck-and-duck type, Kenzie.”
She turned in that moment and leveled me with a glare. “I learned from the best back in high school.”
“Touché,” I responded, then walked over to the closet to pull something out to wear.
She stared at me briefly, then smiled. “I’m sorry. I hadn’t planned to do that when I came up...”
She stopped, but I knew what she was about to say. “It’s cool,” I told her, then added, “but could we go another round?”
I was teasing, but her stricken expression was worth it. “I need to go meet up with Reece. I just wanted you to know that I wasn’t doing any of this for any type of competitive advantage.”
“Of course not,” I answered. I had no idea why she would think I’d suspect her of that. Leeann DeSoto had tried, and it was one of the reasons I had rebuffed her attempts each and every time. “We’re professionals, Kenzie.”
She let out a small breath, then headed to the door. Kenzie disappeared through the door and once it was closed, I threw on some clothes and handled a few phone calls including one for the Seattle project. It appeared like I’ll have to spend a lot of time in the Pacific Northwest soon. Before I could, however, I had to wrap up the last loose end here at CHG Seaport. That task was what had me grabbing my things to go downstairs.