“Oh! Certainly.” Bobby bit his lip, stared at Olivia who’d just come into his office. “And, ah, if you could keep Tabitha out of our yard too, that’d make it easier.” Bobby hung up. “Bitch.” He looked at Olivia who’d come next to him, leaned back against his desk.
“The Klemenchichs listed their house with Everest Realty,” she said.
“Bitch.” He ground his teeth. He didn’t need them. Business was good. He looked at Olivia’s legs, raised his eyes to her hips, waist, breasts, face. A testosterone tingle elevated him.
“Not this week,” she whispered.
Bitch, he thought.
Stresses built. Bars were out. He couldn’t take it, told himself he was more selective. He bought a new car—a sexy California-poppy yellow Capri. He paid cash. He bought new clothes. He spent money on expensive restaurants, o
