Page 72 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife

"Yeah, that's right. We should get a drink sometime."

"Sounds good. Give me a call."

"Will do. Thanks, Tyler."

"You're welcome."

I hang up and walk into the building. I look at the sign and see that the agency is on the third floor. I decide against going up in the elevator. It looks like it could break down at any second.

I look for the stairs and run up them. As I exit onto the landing, I see a brown door with a sign and walk in.

There's a lady sitting behind a desk. She looks like she's in her late sixties with short, dark hair, big glasses, and very purple eye shadow.

She's wearing a short-sleeved blouse, and I can see a flurry of tattoos up and down her skin. She has a skinny face, and I wonder if she’s Mona.

“Hey, welcome. Can I help you?”

She looks up at me, and immediately, I can tell from her voice that this is definitely the woman I spoke to on the phone.

"Hi. I'm Wes Carrington. I?—"

"I know who you are." She smirks. "Looked you up on Google after you called. Nice to see you."

"I'm here to see Gary?"

"He's not here yet, but he'll be in the office in about fifteen minutes." She nods. "You want to have a seat?"

I look over at my options and wrinkle my nose. "I'm okay. Thanks."

I stand in the corner and wait.

"So," she says, staring at me.

"So," I say, staring back at her.

"Are you from New York?"

"Seems like you would already know that," I say to her, and she laughs.

"Yeah. You know I was born here, but then I moved to Florida with my husband. I told you about Port Charlotte, right?"

"I believe you may have mentioned it."

"Such a nice city, like paradise on earth."

"Oh? I've never heard of it."

"It's one of those well-kept secrets, you know? The people are cool and nice and friendly. There's a Chili's and an Applebee's on the same street. Walmart is around the corner from Target, three McDonald's, you know? It's cool."

"Sounds amazing."

"Gary got fed up of working there, though. He said the people didn't want to pay the money, and most of the cases were about meth or car crashes. I never heard of so many car crashes before in my life."

I press my lips together. I'm trying to remain positive because Tyler vouched for the guy, but I don't feel like someone whose primary cases were in a meth and car crashes is going to be able to find someone who has evaded Google searches for this long.

"You know, I told Gary that I want to move back, but he says we got to wait. I said, 'Wait for what, Gary? Florida is much better than New York.' But he says?—"

"Is Gary your husband?"