"Aha! I
knew it."
Annie was standing in the doorway. At five-foot-nothing she didn’t
exactly cut a very intimidating figure. Nevertheless, I looked guiltily up from my novel I
had nestled in my lap and slowly removed my feet from the top of the stack of ledgers that I
was supposed to have been looking over in preparation for the auction that coming
weekend.
"The ol’ grump wants to know how many hopeless losers you’re planning on
squandering our money on. He says he’s had enough with the two year olds as is."
"No
matter how much he grumbles, he likes the challenge," I said.
"Does he know
this?"
"No. And I’m not going to tell him, either. Has he looked at the auction
catalogue yet?"
"Yeah. He says they’re a bunch of decrepit claimers and do nothing
broodmares," Annie said, crossing her arms.
Marking my place in the book, I got up
slowly and stretched, working the kinks out of my back. "That’s to be expected. Anyway, I
suppose I better go tell him to expect a couple."
“Do have the number?”
"I have
his cell phone number."
“You know he never has that one on.”
I grinned at my
partner. “Really? I didn’t know. So much the better.”
She threw up her hands and
said, “I’m not dealing with him when he gets back.”
I picked up the phone and started
dialing as she walked out of the office.