Johanna readjusted her dress. “Shut up, Tony.” His pen tapped against the counter and his eyes twinkled with delight. “I mean, damn girl.” “We went out for lunch.” “I can figure out what he ate.” She hated life. Bullcrap. She loved life, but this was embarrassing. Bullcrap again. This was awesome. Well, a fairly grin-inducing mix of the two. She was incredibly late, but a business meeting kept Belinda tied up and no one else seemed to care about the whens as much as the hows and whats. She gave them nothing, even though the little devil on her shoulder did cartwheels each time someone asked what happened. She spent the next half hour going back and forth to the bathroom to pat herself clean and convince herself to stop smiling. Both efforts repeatedly and ultimately failed. Closing time couldn’t come fast enough. In exchange for her coworkers’ silence, she agreed to do the closing on her own tonight. She’d take that deal any day. By the time the cleaning crew arrived, she wanted nothing more than a glass of wine and a bed...with a wolf in it.
