he muttered. “It’s you, all right.”
She gave him a sigh of mock disgust. “What’s a girl gotta do to get a compliment out of you, anyway?”
“This is a job, not a date.”
“Then I’m betting you have a lot more jobs than dates.”
“My personal life is none of your business.”
“Have you ever thought about smiling once in a while? Just a tiny bit?”
“Waste of energy.”
“So you’re always this crabby?”
He pulled out a twenty and tossed it on the counter, pointedly ignoring her.
“Having a bad day?”
He said nothing.
“Bad month?”
Not a word.
“Well, it certainly can’t be a systemic problem. Not with those fiber-loaded power bars you eat. A few of those once a week and you’ll never, ever have to worry about—”
He clamped his hand onto her arm and pulled her aside, dropping his voice to an angry whisper. “Do you want this job, or don’t you?”
She blinked with surprise. “Of course I do.”
“It requires shutting the hell up when it’s necessary. And it’s necessary from here on out. Do you think you can handle that?”
She raised her eyebrows. “So I’m supposed to play the sexy, silent type?”
“That’s right.”
She gave him a sly smile. “What if the guy wants me to talk dirty?”
Wolfe just stared at her, shaking his head slowly. The clerk returned. He grabbed the sack from her hand, stuffed Wendy’s clothes inside and hustled her out of the store.
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