“But you did lie to me?”
“No. Missy really doesn't want me to come to her banquet. I simply don't give a shit.”
“And if that happens to play on my sympathies, you conniving bastard?”
“I know what I want, Dez. You know how I am about that. Remember the Ring Dings?”
She pushed her hands through her hair. He kept frustrating her.Good . “We arenot discussing the Ring Dings, Mace. Christ, we are too old for this.I'm too old for this.”
“So, say you'll come out to dinner with me and then I'll stop.”
“No.”
“I refuse to hear that.”
She turned to Smitty. “You tell him, Smitty. Tell him I said 'no'.”
Smitty gazed at her. “You sure have some pretty eyes, darlin'.”
Dez looked startled, then she beamed. “You are as bad as he is.”
Mace realized in that second the two of them were having a “moment.”Well, that's not acceptable .
“Jesus, Dez. What's that?”
Dez, following where Mace pointed, turned to look behind her. While he had her temporarily distracted, he took his other hand, wrapped it around the back of Smitty's neck, and slammed the man's head into Dez's desk.
When she snapped back around, Mace watched her innocently, Smitty gripped his forehead, and Dez's partner began to hysterically laugh.
“What did you do?”
Mace blinked. “Nothing.”
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