Wolfe took a quick shower, changed, and put on a pot of coffee. Maybe he’d relax, watch a baseball game on television, then get some more work done. All in all, it had been a tough couple of days and he needed a break. Dinner with Gen would put him in a better mood. They’d get back to their usual buddy routine, and he’d begin working on finding a new sex companion who had nothing to do with Kinnections.
When the doorman buzzed and said a uniformed officer needed to see him, Wolfe got a bad feeling.
He was handed the temporary restraining order on behalf of a Dr. David Riscetti, who accused him of harassment and a host of other sins.
His bad feeling was right on. As usual.
He glanced through the papers. Wolfe had to give the son of a bitch credit. He was playing a chess game, and he was a great player. Wolfe couldn’t care less about himself, as long as David stayed away from Gen. Unfortunately, his spidey senses were tingling again, as if he was missing a piece in an elaborate puzzle being put together.
Yeah. All in all, it was a shitty day.
GEN FINISHED INPUTTING INFORMATION into the specialized system Arilyn had created and wondered what was up with Wolfe.
She figured he’d be overjoyed to see her ready to ease back in the dating world. Instead, he looked grumpy and generally miserable. Probably the convention. He got so involved with his work he’d go nonstop for days without taking a break in the drive for success and to consistently show Sawyer he was worthy.
Her heart twanged. He was so guarded, but when he loved someone he’d put his life on the line. Was it wrong to want him to experience real love with a worthy woman? She needed to work on him. If he signed with Kinnections, he’d have a better chance at finding the right one.
Maybe it would cut off the weird sexual thoughts she’d been having about him lately.
Gen held back a sigh and went to refill her water bottle. He’d always been attractive. He made millions in underwear ads, flaunting tats, rock-hard abs, and lean muscles that elicited lust. But she’d always been able to separate the physical, and it never interfered with their friendship.
Until lately. She almost fell off her chair when he stormed in. The European suit was bold blue to match his eyes, and cut tight to mold to his body. With those chocolate curls, sensual mouth, and powerful aura, he sucked all the air from the room. No man should look that good dressed. It wasn’t fair.
And he’d looked at her differently today. His gaze had stroked her bare legs and lasered under her lace T-shirt as if he was . . . hungry. The worst part? For one horrific moment, she’d yearned to be the one to strip for him, have him look at her with raw desire like he wanted to eat her alive.
A shiver bumped through her. Silly. Probably a combination of her broken relationship, quarter-life crisis, and a touch of horniness.
Had to be.
Her cell phone chirped. Gen glanced at the number but didn’t recognize it. She clicked the button anyway. “Hello?”
“Genevieve! It’s Sally. How are you?”
She smiled. She missed so many parts of the hospital, but no one had reached out to her after she left except Sally. Even though Gen hadn’t given her too many details, she’d been pretty vocal about the crappy way Gen had been treated. It was kind of nice having someone in her corner. “Hey, Sally. I’m good. I didn’t recognize this number.”
“I’m on one of the volunteer’s phones. Sorry I haven’t called in a bit.”
“Are you kidding? You’ll be lucky if they allow you to breathe. Anything going on?”
“Wanted to see if we can schedule dinner sometime. I miss you around here.”
“Thanks. That means a lot. How about you text me when you’re free? We’ll work around your shifts. Mine are more reasonable.”
“Sounds good. Umm, there’s one other thing, but it’s a bit awkward.”
Her skin prickled. “You okay?”
“Yeah, but it’s David. I don’t want to get in the middle of this, Gen, so I hope you’re not mad. He asked me if I was in contact with you. I told him we’d spoken briefly, and he begged me to ask you to call him on his cell phone today. Something about your stuff?”
Gen frowned. “He asked you to contact me?”
Sally gave a strained laugh. “Yeah. But he’s been working double shifts so he probably didn’t get time to call you himself. I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to do.”
Anger simmered. Poor Sally was getting dragged into the middle. Of course, she didn’t want to make David mad when he was her boss. “No worries. I’ll give him a ring. Don’t forget to text me about dinner.”
“Thanks for understanding. Promise, no more messages back and forth. Oops, gotta go, I’ll text you!”