Chapter 61: Find Yourself Another Boy Toy

Two hundred miles away, Meredith Wagner paced back and forth in her husband’s home office. He’d always considered it his private oasis, the one place where he could go to be alone with his own thoughts. But as he sat behind the massive bespoke mahogany desk, he knew he’d be getting no work done until he resolved whatever crisis had her worked up.

Heaving an impatient sigh, Layton removed his reading glasses and set them on the desk. “What is it, Meredith?”

She chugged chardonnay from a Waterford glass that had been a wedding gift. “I’ll tell you what it is. That lowlife cowboy and his little whore girlfriend.”

Mentally, Layton counted to ten. “Would this be the lowlife cowboy you begged me to hire? The one who worked with Azura a year or so ago, the one you called a miracle worker?”

“Don’t be an ass, Layton,” she hissed, emptying the rest of the Chardonnay into her glass. “You always have to be an ass.”

“I repeat, what is it that you want?”