Heading to the bar to drink the rest of his bottle in peace, he ignored the good-natured ribbing that followed. His mood had gone south in the last hour, and the reason for that could be laid squarely at Cait Fleming’s feet.A position he was sure she was used to having men occupy.Scowling, he tipped his bottle to his lips and took a long pull before lowering it and sliding into a stool. For a man who liked his women sexy, simple, and short term, he was spending an inordinate amount of time thinking about a female there wasn’t a chance in hell he was going to lay a finger on.Although she had sexy nailed, there was nothing simple about Caitlin Fleming. She was as contrary a female as he’d ever met, and he’d encountered more than a few unreasonable shrews on the job. Those women didn’t have much in common with the special consultant, either. Her abrasiveness came from overconfidence rather than sheer bitchiness.The pain-in-the-ass end result was the same, though.“Hey, Sharper.”
