If She Plays His Game by Laney Wylde

Author:Laney Wylde [Wylde, Laney]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-63422-352-2
Publisher: CTP Publishing

18

Estlyn

Ten Days Prior

Ambushing people in their workplace never gets old. The thrill of waiting in their office for their arrival or sitting at the restaurant where they meet clients or in their trailer on a movie set—it fills me with those same nerves I get before a date mixed with that swell of superiority subpoena-delivery boys must feel when they tell people they’re getting sued.

This time, my toes bounce against the floor of a less-than-luxurious law office waiting room. And it’s not my target’s office. It’s the office of the guy I turned down for a second date. And a “nightcap.” And I’m about to ask him to do me another favor.

“I’m sorry, he’s not in the rest of the day,” Quin’s assistant tells me from behind her computer.

I lean against the high portion of her desk. “Where is he?”

“I’m not supposed to say.”

My eyes narrow before I tip my chin at her. “What’s your name?”

She sits a little straighter and replies, “Miranda.”

“You like your job here?”

Her young blue eyes dance with nerves. “Yes.”

“They pay you well?”

“Pretty well.”

“Working for a DDA, that’s gotta look good on a résumé. What do you want to do after this?”

“Law school.”

“And after that?”

“I—I don’t know.”

“Well, Miranda, if you want to keep your job, which will lead to law school, which will lead to this”—I twirl my finger through the air—“amorphous dream of yours, I recommend you tell me where Quinton is because I’ll be happy to inform him you were the reason he missed the opportunity to see me today.”

Shrinking back in her chair, she glances at the computer. “He’s having lunch at Winsome.”

“Is he with anyone?”

“His mom.”

I pinch my smile between my teeth, then tap my hand on her desk. “Thank you, Miranda.” I sling my messenger bag over my shoulder and, before leaving, wave my finger between us. “If you’re going to make it in law school, you shouldn’t let people push you around like this. Grow a nut, sweetie.”

I make to Winsome before Quin and his mom are done with their soup and salad, respectively. This could not be more perfect. Quin loves his momma. He would never misbehave in front of her.

Without a word, I slide into the booth next to him and take a sip of his soda. Gross, Diet Coke. Isn’t he a grown-ass man? “Have you tried the grilled cheese here?” I ask. “It’s incredible.”

“Dillon, what—”

I reach my hand across the table. “Mrs. Cunningham? I’m Dillon.”

She takes my hand. “Pleasure?”

“I know your time with your son is precious, I mean, look at him.” I pinch his cheek like I would never do to a baby because people don’t like that. “He’s adorable. But would you mind if I take just ninety seconds of your time together, starting now?” I set my phone with the stopwatch running on the table, then take Quin’s hand.

“What the hell, Dil?” he growls as I drag him away. For a guy who’s wanted to get in my pants for so long, he’s awfully reluctant to follow me into the women’s bathroom.

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