You’ve got my number.”
I hiked my thumb in the direction of Erin’s departure. Just hire some people to pack and move all your stuff and send me the bill. I’d put up with Bobbi’s shit for a long time, and I was still holding onto some resentment for her. As soon as I sat down, Erin slipped onto my lap, scooting her small ass back against my groin as she leaned back against me. “Have fun, kitten.” Then she bounced over to me just as I pulled up a chair from the sitting section—a wingback piece upholstered with soft leather that might have been suede. “Tara,” she said and then looked over at my trainer. It was Henry. “Hell of a woman,” I said, turning to find Tara watching Erin disappear through the door. Hey! “Erin,” she asked, “Do you mind if my pet takes over from here. As for your firm, that can wait till next week, or they can get a phone call since you’re coming with me to the Catskills tomorrow.”
There was silence for a long moment, and then she said, “Yes, sir.”
“Thanks for handling
