Welcome to my home’?” The petite woman stepped into Dak’s house. “You know exactly why I’m saying no. Where the hell is Gordon?” Dak closed the door behind her. Although way out in the country, he knew no one would be driving by his home. “How do you know Gordon sent me and that I’m not here just to check up on you? We are friends.” She tucked her short, black hair behind her ears, then crossed her arms over her chest. She looked like a pint-sized executive in her gray skirt and crisp button-down white shirt. Dak didn’t have to verbally respond. He cocked his head as he stared at her. “You’re right.” Moira shrugged. “I just wanted to know how you knew.” “Unbelievable. What’s his excuse this time?” “Gordon had to go out of town for personal reasons. He didn’t tell me what they were, so don’t ask.” She sat her purse on a small table by the front door. Dak stormed past her.
