…Rick reached over to swap my margarita for his.

“Touch that, and you’ll be wearing it home,” I said, leveling my best bitch-glare directly at him.

He pulled back his hand. “Sheesh, Stetler, lighten up.”

“You have my attention, Miller, not my forgiveness.”

It took him two entire margaritas to come clean with as many of the details as he would give me. He knew how to build recruiting staff, but no one could touch me on presentation talent. We needed one another to seal this deal. Not that either of us was necessarily good at teamwork or trust where the other was concerned.

“This is on me,” he announced when Alfonso appeared with the check. He waited until Alfonso was out of earshot before adding, “I’d offer to walk you to your car, but I’m afraid you’d mace me.”

I licked the last of the sugar off the glass rim and let him watch me do it. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m much more of a Taser kinda gal.”