CHAPTER 11
"Hey, lookee here--if it isn't one of those hot lady lawyers! I thought you'd never get here, girl."
"Well," I said, "since this is my office, the chances of me coming back were pretty good. Had I known that the great Marmaduke Broussard III, P.I. extraordinaire, was waiting for me, I would've been here sooner. What's up, Duke? You looking for a lunch date?"
"I just had breakfast, but I wouldn't turn down lunch."
I rolled my eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you, Duke? A Bloody Mary doesn't count as breakfast."
"How about two Bloody Marys?" He smirked.
"Don't even," I said, throwing my briefcase in the corner. I would sort out the contents later.
I wasn't surprised to see Duke sitting at my desk acting like he owned the place because he always acted like he owned th
