“Mr. Rigby is here for his interview,” Nina said, coming into Kip’s office ten minutes after they opened. “He’s kind of cute.”
“Nina. Honestly.” He shook his head.
“Yep, honestly,” she replied with a grin, handing Kip the man’s résumé.
“Give me five minutes to look at this again then bring him in, please.”
She did, and then ushered Mr. Rigby into Kip’s office. Kip’s first impression of the man was that he wasn’t at all cute, or even terribly good looking. Rugged would have been a better description. It took him a moment to realize part of the look came from the tattoo he could see covering Mr. Rigby’s neck, as well as the fact that he sported a mustache and needed a shave.
If nothing else, he could intimidate someone we were after—or a client, which might not be good.
“Please have a
