Page 26 of High Value Target
“Jesus, Miss Wyatt.”
“Does that mean you like it?”
“Any man would like it.” He stood and moved to the door. “I’m waiting outside.”
“Wait. Which one?”
He paused. “You want my opinion? The pink if you want him to make love to you, the red if you want him to fuck you hard over the nearest piece of furniture.” With that, he flung open the door and disappeared.
She couldn’t help the big grin that tugged at her mouth. Mission accomplished.
A few minutes later, she was at the counter with her purchases. Scanning the room, she found Kiley browsing a display, and Grady leaned against a wall, staring her way. She gave him a wink, mouthing, “I’m getting both.”
“Well, look what the cat dragged in.”
Tinsley whipped her head around to find a woman sneering at her from the next register.
Nora Jensen, Palmer’s ex-girlfriend. A vile girl with long dark hair and perfect olive skin. She was a walking replica of Kim Kardashian… at least she tried to be.
“Nora. What a surprise. Buying more pushup bras? I’m sure you need all the help you can get.”
Nora’s eyes dropped to Tinsley’s chest, and a catty smile climbed her face. “From what I hear, you’re the one who could use a boob job.”
“From what you hear?”
“Some men like to talk.” Nora tossed her head and winked.
“Some men?”
“Oh, come now, Tinsley. We both know Palmer’s not exactly the most reserved when it comes to gossip, is he?”
Tinsley’s brows hit her hairline and her voice rose three octaves. “Are you saying you and Palmer spoke about me?”
“Tins, darling—that is what he calls you, isn’t it? We talk all the time. Why I saw him just the other day.” One hand lifted to flip her hair over her shoulder.
With that, Tinsley lunged and grabbed a fistful of that vile hair.
Nora shrieked and dug her sculpted nails into the tender skin of Tinsley’s forearm. Tinsley was about to sink her teeth into Nora’s hand when a strong arm locked around her ribs and hauled her off.
A deep male voice growled in her ear. “Let her go, Miss Wyatt.”
Tinsley was forced to release the fistful of hair she held onto, and Nora stalked out of the store, pointing a finger at her.
“You’ll pay for that little stunt, you bitch.”
After Nora exited the doors, flipping Tinsley off through the window, Grady tugged her toward the same door. “Let’s go.”
“But I haven’t finished my purchase.” She tried to pull back, but he was having none of it. She yelled toward her friend. “Kiley, my stuff!”
“I’m on it. I’ll catch up.” Kiley moved to the counter and whipped out her credit card. “Sorry about my friend. Catty ex-girlfriends push her over the edge.”
Grady hauled her out the door and around a corner that led to a walkway between buildings. He pushed her against the stone wall. “Have you lost your mind?”
“That bitch is the crazy one, not me.” She pointed back to where Nora was climbing into her car.
“Well, apparently, some people wear their crazy better than others.”
“Don’t you dare take her side.”