“And that’s another one ticked off.” Norah made a triumphant and dramatic check on the legal pad in her lap.
Cam turned his eyes away from that lap and the slim black skirt that’d had “Barracuda” running through his head since she’d slid into his truck that morning. Why had he thought this was a good idea?
“You knew exactly how that would go before we even walked in there, didn’t you?” He cranked the engine. “Down to the fact that Abe wasn’t going to listen to a word I said.”
“Yep.”
“And you let me walk in there and try to talk to him anyway.” Figuring old school Abe wouldn’t respond well to Norah’s city slicker suit and fancy shoes, Cam had thought it best to take the lead.
“I did.”
“Was that to prove a point?”
Norah smiled, and it was almost a real one. “A little. But it also set
