Chapter 8
The bell above his door sounded, a noise he was starting to get used to. Besides, it would’ve come in handy that morning when Kate was half n***d on his desk. Dammit. He shook his head, ridding the image of her in tiny slivers of dark green lace and plastered a smile on his face to greet whoever just walked in.
Terry waltzed in, wearing too high heels and a leopard print track suit. Her matching sunglasses covered most of her face, but there was no denying it was her by the big red hair, fluffed to new heights. She’d be the last person he’d expect to walk through his door unless she was there for something other than bike shopping, which seemed more likely.
His smile faded as she teetered over to him. “What can I do for you, ma’am?”
“Don’t call me ma’am.”
“Okay. What else ca
