This is not a typical blog post…
Steeling my nerves, I opened the door of the A-1 Detective Agency and stepped across the threshold, eyes zeroing in on the man I was here to see. He was sitting behind a desk, shirt only half buttoned but his hat still firmly in place. I blinked once, twice and then shut the door firmly, striding over to stand in front of the desk. He didn’t even look up from the stack of papers he was signing. I gripped the belt ties of my trench coat and waited for him to acknowledge my presence in the room. And he would acknowledge me. I was, after all, standing in front of his desk. Besides, if all else failed, what I was wearing underneath this coat was sure to get his attention.
My hands tightened on the ties as he finally looked up with a raised eyebrow.
“You lost, doll?” His tone was far less helpful than his words.
I shook my head, trying to remain calm and collected, but truth was he made me a little nervous. Okay, a lot nervous. He was so much more…male than I expected him to be. Tall, dark, and handsome was the cliché that came to mind, but with a healthy does of mysterious and sexy to round out the equation. Why, oh why did I have to be attracted to him? This would make what I had to do that much harder in the long run. “I need your help.”