UNFORTUNATELY, I DIDN’T make it more than twenty feet before a male voice waylaid me. “Honor. Do you have a minute?”
There were dark circles underneath Mr. Smythewhite’s eyes. His jaw was tight. It was clear he’d recognized me from his lover’s house...and I really couldn’t afford to be fired right now.
I started to brush past him. “Not right at this instant.” My gaze was carefully averted, which was all the opening he needed to reach out and grab my arm.
“Let me rephrase that,” he said, pulling me down the hall in the same direction I’d come from. “We need to talk. Now.”
I wasn’t a fan of being manhandled. No wonder my pelt vibrated around my neck, urging me onto the offensive.
Unfortunately, Slim possessed most of my weaponry. Grace had claimed my backup dagger. My pelt was all I had
