“Not usually. You in the habit of fussing at total strangers?” His smile was broad and open.
The woman glowered at him. “Why are you here?”
“I was talking to Belinda about the new facility. I’m Chas, the builder.” He held out his hand.
Instead of shaking it, she transferred her glare to his palm. Her lip snarled slightly as if she thought he had a disease.
“I just washed,” he offered with another grin. “You saw me. Chas Cross.”
“Short for Charles?”
“No.” He continued to hold his hand out.
“Niki Tessler.” She gave him a very firm handshake, as if trying to prove something.
“Short for Nicole?”
© 2017 Dellani Oakes