““Oh.” She saw Garrett. “Mr. Swopes, I didn’t realize—” “He was just leaving,” I told her. Garrett smiled at me, then placed the full power of his lopsided grin on Cookie. The bastard. “My, my, my,” Elizabeth said a tad too breathlessly. “That’s what I’m talking about.” Suppressing a helpless sigh, I watched as Cookie started to speak, stuttered something about paperwork, then waved and closed the door to give us our privacy. “I know exactly how she feels,” Elizabeth purred.””
