She shrugged. “That’s right.”
“And you’ve done that?”
“It’s not hard. I’m good at numbers.”
“I’m good at numbers, too. I’m going to open my own brokerage firm in a few years. Maybe I’ll hire you.”
She smiled. “Maybe I’ll hire you.”
The other guys laughed and got up. After a quick round of laters, it was just Amelia and me. She slipped her winnings into her purse, and it looked like she was about to leave, too.
“Stay for a little while?” I asked.
“Why?”
“Because I want to hang out with you.”
“Why?”
“Is why your favorite word?”
She stood. “I’m not a very trusting person.”
I grinned. “Why?”
She tried to contain her smile, but failed.
I reached out and took her hand. “Because you’re obviously smart. You like to play cards. You can dish it out to my buddies as good as they give it to you. And…you’re hot.”
Amelia looked into my eyes. She searched the same way she did when she was trying to figure out if one of the guys was bluffing his hand. “Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Wouldn’t be asking you out if I did.”
“So that’s a no?”
“It’s definitely a no.”
She folded her arms over her chest. “I have trust issues. If I get it into my head that you’re lying to me, I’ll probably search your phone when you’re not paying attention. I fact-check people—if you say you were somewhere, you darn well better have been there, because I’ll find out if you weren’t. I pick fights when I’m feeling down. I assume the worst of most people. My father’s in prison, and I don’t even know what state my mother lives in anymore.” She held my gaze. “Still want to go out with me?”
I nodded. “Yep.”
She shook her head, pulled her purse up to her shoulder, and headed for the door. I figured I’d flunked whatever test she was trying to scare me away with. But halfway to the doorway, she stopped without turning back. “I like foreign movies with subtitles. Friday at seven. I’ll meet you here, but outside.”
I blinked a few times, confused at the sudden turn of events, but I wasn’t about to give her a chance to change her mind. “Can’t wait. I’ll see you at seven.”
CHAPTER 14
Evie
The following Friday afternoon, I was in a session with one of the traders when the receptionist knocked on my door.
“I’m very sorry to interrupt, but you have a call. The gentleman said it was urgent, but your phone is showing as do not disturb.”
I held my hand out toward Derek, my patient. “I turn it off when I’m meeting with someone. Do you know who it is?”
“Marvin Wendall. He asked for Merrick first, but when I said he was out of the country, he asked to speak to you.”
My forehead wrinkled. I would think Will was the “next of kin” for any business matters. But okay… “Thanks, Regina.” I looked over at Derek. “I’m sorry. Would you excuse me? I’ll just be a minute.”
He nodded. “No problem. Take your time.”
At my desk, I picked up the phone. “This is Evie Vaughn.”
“Hiya there, Evie. This is Marvin. I’m a friend of Kitty Harrington.”