Hailey’s mouth drops open before she clears her throat and slams her mouth shut again. “Is your wife bi-sexual?” He inclines his head. “And you’re suggesting I have intercourse with her?”
“Either you or better yet.” He points to Phoebe who is now standing in the doorway of her office. “Her.”
I hear a chair squeak and heavy footfalls before Ryker appears behind Phoebe. He wraps an arm around her waist and draws her close. “This one is not having sex with anyone.”
“Not even you?” I can’t resist asking.
He ignores me. “And before you ask, I’m not having sex with your wife either.”
Mr. Cafferty looks Ryker up and down. “Too bad. You are definitely her type.”
Not what I was expecting to hear. Mr. Cafferty looks nothing like Ryker. Ryker is six-and-a-half feet tall whereas Mr. Cafferty is slightly shorter than Hailey who measures in at a measly five-feet-eight. Ryker also sports an out-of-control beard compared to Mr. Cafferty’s clean-shaven jaw.
Mr. Cafferty opens his mouth, but Ryker shuts him down. “We’re not having a threesome either.” Apparently, Ryker can read his mind as Cafferty frowns in obvious disappointment.
Total disclosure. The idea of Ryker in a threesome gives me the shivers. I would never poach my girl’s man, but there’s nothing wrong with a little material for my naughty dreams.
“Besides, your internet search was wrong. No one needs to have intercourse with your wife to convict her of prostitution. Prostitution in the state of Wisconsin is defined as offering or requesting non-marital sexual intercourse for anything of value. There’s no need to commit a sexual act to ensure conviction.”
Color me impressed. The bounty hunter knows his sex laws.
“Are you sure?” Mr. Cafferty asks.
“He is correct,” Hailey answers. Mr. Cafferty doesn’t look like he believes her. “If you want proof, I can call my fiancé. He’s a police detective.”
“Ah, no. It’s fine. I believe you.” It only took two people and an offer to call a cop, but sure now he believes us.
Everyone falls silent. Guess it’s up to me to make sure we acquire a new client. “Would you like us to take pictures of her activities?”
At his nod, Hailey stands. “Please come into my office and we can discuss this further.”
He follows her to her office, and she shuts the door. Like a little thing like a door will stop me. I roll my chair close to the door to listen. Their meeting quickly becomes boring, though. Talk about prices doesn’t interest me.
I roll my chair back under my desk and return to what I was doing when he arrived – obsessing over Grayson. His only response to my messages over the past days has been a thumbs-up emoji. Not okay.
Hailey escorts Mr. Cafferty out of her office a few minutes later. As soon as the door shuts behind him, she points at me. “Not a word.”
I widen my eyes in feigned innocence. “Whatever do you mean?”
Hailey snorts. “Don’t act innocent with me. I know you’re dying to make some kind of lame, corny joke.”
“I think you have me confused with your pops and uncles.”
Phoebe joins us. “What a weird situation. Do you get these types of requests often?”
At the sound of Phoebe’s voice, Lola barks and comes barreling out of Hailey’s office. She heads for Phoebe, jumps her, and commences humping her leg. Phoebe desperately tries to rid herself of the horny dog to no avail while Hailey giggles herself silly.
Suzie to the rescue! I take hold of Lola’s collar and yank her away from Phoebe. Lola is not happy being denied her love interest and strains against my grip. I slip and start to fall.
Confession – I can totally stop myself from falling at this point. It’s not difficult. But I don’t. I let myself fall on my ass. Phoebe’s face lights up at my fall.
“Klutzy Suzie strikes again,” she announces and offers me her hand to help me up.
I wave her away. I don’t need anyone’s help. I can stand by myself as well as I can fall by myself. I’ve had enough practice by this point.
Don’t get me wrong. I am somewhat of a klutz. Okay. Okay. I’m a big ‘ol klutz. But I am not nearly as klutzy as everyone thinks. Then, why do I act the fool? Let me explain. After Toby, the asshole did me wrong, I found myself in a depression. And not a little bit of a depression. No, I was walking around with the weight of an eight-gallon brew kettle on my shoulders.
Everyone kept giving me looks to make sure I was doing okay all the freaking time. And they weren’t sneaky about it. I was about done with everyone’s concern and tired of the uncles thinking up ways to kill my ex.
But then I fell. Honest to goodness fell when I slipped on the ice. Everyone laughed when my skirt flipped up and I mooned the entire city. You know what else they did? They stopped studying my every mood. Super klutzy Suzie was born.