"Hubby?" I raise an eyebrow, but I can't quite suppress the smirk tugging at my lips. Clara's performance was flawless - every word calculated to maximum effect.
Clara's cheeks flush slightly, but her grip on my arm remains steady. "Too much?"
"Perfect timing," I murmur, watching Catherine retreat down the street like a beaten dog. "Though I had the situation handled."
"I'm sure you did." Clara's voice carries a hint of amusement. "But sometimes it's more effective to use influence than intimidation."
We walk toward the parking garage in comfortable silence. I steal glances at her profile, noting the satisfied curve of her lips. The woman who just demolished Catherine Shaw with nothing but words and social standing is the same one who'll be asking me about my business proposal in a few minutes.
"So," Clara says as we reach her car, "about your offer to hire me."
And there it is. Back to business.
I lean against the passenger door, studying her face. "What do you want to know?"
