The Squrriel is a woman?

Miguel's mind goes haywire with worry. 
Tension worked its way up his neck to his jaw. He had to get rid of Ross immediately!
“Squirrels,” Miguel said evenly, smiling tightly, “They built a nest in the attic over the bathroom. To know this place is quite remorseful and not like the hotels in Liverpool. So it's normal that I love animals now. Meet me at Tanner’s in forty-five minutes. I’ll spring for the beer and soccer”
Ross observed his ex-boss keenly, wondering what took his composure today and decided not to press on further. “let's bet on $5,000 and I'll join”
Miguel smiled, Ross bargaining like this is signalling the end of the visit, “I'm better $20,000. Take it or leave it”
“You’re on.” Not one to be wasteful, Ross took a deep swig from his bottle and started to rise. “I’ll call Edison, see if he can get away from his wife and the kids for a couple of hours, then the more the fun”
Another sound from the bathroom. A clank this time, that almost sent Miguel getting hypertensive. Ross turned toward the bathroom. “Squirrels, you say?”
“They might be inside. I’ll check it out.” Miguel ran to ward the bathroom, but stopped at the distinct sound of water running from the sink faucet.
Ross swiveled a look at Miguel. “They know how to turn on the water?”
The bathroom door opened, and she flounced out. She’d stripped out of her wet khakis and was wearing a snug white tank top and tight jeans that exposed curves he hadn’t seen before. She’d done something with her hair, pulled it back and let a few wet strands curl around her freshly washed, heart-shaped face.
How the hell had she gotten out of that rope? Miguel almost ran mad with furry, ‘This woman is crying. Definitely more crazy than Bella Trump!!!’
“Oh, Miguel baby, there you are, I thought you left for the soccer match already?.” She smiled brightly at him, but it wasn’t a smile that reached eyes, it was smug satisfaction as if to tell him that, ‘I just beat you in your own game!’
Miguel's jaw dropped as he watched her approach him as she continued, “I was wondering what took you so long. I’m afraid we’ll have to do this some other time. I completely forgot I have an appointment with my bestie. I'll call you later and—oh, you have company.”
Ross’s jaw had gone slack as he stared at the woman. If Miguel wasn’t so furious, he’d be laughing his butt off at the expression on his face. This woman is just like the woman that broke his boss’s heart last five years ago. The height, body shape, mode of talking is all the same, just that the face is different!
“I’ll just get my bag and be on my way.” She bent down to pick up her backpack and had started for the door when she stopped suddenly and turned to stare hard at Ross.
Bella's heart thump widely, ‘I never thought I'll ever see a day with Ross and Miguel again. Now I can't even tell him that I'm the same woman he called Madam five years ago at Liverpool’ she thought sadly, her fake smile still plastered. 
“Ross Anders?” Eyes wide, she whispered the name with reverence. All thanks to the talkative at the counter who told her that he's now a biking star. 
Ross managed an uncertain nod, still dazed about the sudden appearance of a woman from Miguel's closet and continued to gawk openly at the woman.
“I’ve been a fan for years.” She moved toward him, her smile genuine now as she offered her hand. “Valerie Jarrett, but VJ would do”
Ross stared at Cara’s hand, blinked twice, is it really nice meeting her? But looking at the shocked Miguel, he slowly closed his palm over her long, slender fingers. “Uh, a pleasure, Miss Jarett.”
“VJ or Vera, please,” she said, her voice soft and breathy.
This isn’t happening, Miguel thought dimly. Five minutes ago he’d left this long-legged she-cat spitting and snarling in his bathtub. Tied up and gagged. Now she stood here as calmly as if she’d dropped in for tea, cooing that she was a fan of Ross’s, for God’s sake. He's dying of petrification. 
“My ex husband was a fan of yours. He loved you so much and I really adore you too for taking care of him in the years when I'm not there” She pulled her hand away and shifted the backpack on her shoulder. “You were amazing and a good subordinate”
Her eyes were soft now, almost dreamy, Miguel wondered puzzlingly, did she have a husband who was still fanning over him? Heaves know why she divorced her husband, he thought. 
“Ypu don't look bad either” Ross managed a timid smile, keeping a check on Miguel for his expression, fearing what he would say to him later for smiling at her too much. 
“I’m off to pick my son now,” Ross said smoothly. But Miguel knows it's to get away from the awkwardness. “I’ve got my own place customizing bikes here in Wolf River. Maybe you’d like to see it sometime.” Ross grinned at Miguel, who scowled back. “He can bring you by.”
Cara looked at Miguel, and a slow smile spread over her lips, lips still slightly swollen and rosy from the kiss he’d planted on her. Or maybe it was from the sock he’d shoved in her mouth. Either way, the look she shot him said he’d better watch his back.
“Thanks. I’ll get back to you on that. Oh, and congratulations on your upcoming wedding. Miguel couldn’t stop talking about it” She chuckled, “I wonder if he never had a wife before, he's just too happy about some else's marriage”
As she talked about marriage, the room became tense. Ross looked at Miguel, trying to ask where he saw this mad woman. 
But he smiled to ease the tension, “Is that right?” Ross raised his brows and glanced at Miguel. Miguel knew what Ross thought, that he’d interrupted an afternoon interlude, not conversation about the Santos wedding. What else was he to think when a beautiful woman came bouncing out of the bathroom, her hair wet and her cheeks flushed? And Miguel decided he’d let Ross keep right on thinking just that.
Moving behind Bella, Miguel caught the scent of the storm that still lingered on her damp hair and smooth skin. When he placed his hands on her shoulders in what appeared to be an affectionate display, she stiffened, then covered his boot discreetly with her own and came down hard on his instep. 
Pain shot up his leg when she shifted her weight. She leaned intimately against him while she dug her heel in deeper. He forced a smile and plowed his fingers into the soft flesh of her shoulders.
“I’ll catch you in town, Santos,” Miguel winced out, fighting to ignore the bone-crushing pressure of her boot on top of his foot. “I’d just like to say goodbye to Vera”
“I’ve really got to run, darling. I don’t want to be late for my appointment.” She twisted in his arms to press a kiss to his cheek and threw her entire weight into increasing his torture.
He sucked in a breath and clenched his teeth as he glared at her evenly, ‘Just let me lay a finger on you, then you'll regret ever being born into this life’ he thought while sweating profusely. 
She held his gaze, as if she heard his inner thought, Bella thought back, ‘That’s what you get for not recognizing your own wife bastard!’ 
He waited for him to make the next move. He considered his options: create a scene in front of Ross or let her go. He didn’t like either option, he didn't want Ross, who had once seen him as superior, to have such thoughts about him. 
Neither he or the woman, for reasons of their own, wanted a confrontation in front of Ross. No, Miguel thought as he slowly let go of her shoulders, he wanted to finish this privately, someplace where they would be completely alone and give her the torture she deserved. 
Bella also thought back, creating ruckus will only expose her further to Miguel. Heaven knows what he'll do if he knows she was the Bella Trump that ran away from him five years ago.
There was a momentary, tense silence as she stepped away from him. The rain had stopped completely now and the only sound was the heavy drip-drip of water from the roof. She turned away from him and smiled at Ross as she backed toward the door. “Nice to meet you.”
Ross nodded. “You, too. We’ll see you around.” Her hand on the open door, Cara paused and cast a glance at Miguel. “Maybe,” she said, arching one delicate brow.
Miguel stared at the door when she closed it behind her. Thinking sinisterly, ‘No maybe about it, Vera’
She wouldn’t go far, he was certain of that. She’d come here for something. Whatever it was she was after, she wasn’t finished yet. And neither was he.
He turned to Ross, who was staring hard at him. “Don’t ask. Don’t even ask or else you get butted in the skull!”
Fortunately for Ross, he didn’t. He simply scratched at his neck and shrugged. “Does this mean that the free offer of soccer and beer is on or off?”
“On.” Miguel unbuttoned his shirt and headed for the bedroom to change his clothes. He needed to watch tonight's game show t
o clear his head and a beer to wash the taste of that mad woman out of his mouth.