Six
“We got an address on Gwynne’s friend yet?” Matt asked. He stopped in front of Alice’s desk and tossed a couple of folders onto her in box.
“I’m on hold for it.” Alice lowered the telephone to answer Matt. “You finished your peerless prose already?”
He arched his brows. “How long does it take to tell someone to get her ass back in here?”
“And I was afraid you wouldn’t take the diplomatic approach.” She shook her head and almost dropped the telephone.
Feet planted and arms crossed, Matt looked at her derisively. “We don’t have time to be diplomatic. Besides, thought you women wanted to be treated like equals?”
Alice arched her brows. “Your concept of equal treatment needs some fine tuning—yeah, I’m still here,” she spoke into the phone, then straightened and grabbed a pen so she c
