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I had friends. I had a job I liked.
I had a life.
No, I’dmadea life.
And I was living it.
I was healthy. I had cute clothes. I worked hard to give myself a little extra.
I was okay.
No again.
I was good.
I was happy.
“Okay,” I whispered to my knees, laid back again, smoothed the mask on my face, gently pressing it into my skin, and closed my eyes.
I needed a gummie and rest. I had a shift tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
Today was done.
And I had tomorrow.
I peeled the mask off, massaged the serum into my skin, got out of the bath, pulled the stopper, dried off, lotioned up, put on my silky green robe with the big pink flowers that hit my knees and tied the belt tight.
Then I headed out of my bathroom toward the back of my tiny apartment and my bedroom.
I got one step into my bedroom and let out a little scream.
Julien “Cap” Jackson was standing there, right beside my bed.
Holy shit!
“Two questions,” he said conversationally, like I’d invited him there and let him in, not like he’d broken in completely silent while I was in the bath (with my bathroom door open!) and now he was in my bedroom. “One, what the fuck is this shitty music? And two, what the fuck is this?”
He then flicked a finger at my wall.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded.
“I decided about you.”
“So you broke in?” My voice was rising.
“What’s this, Rachel?” he asked, now stabbing his finger to my wall.
Hmm.
He now knew my name.
Also, where I lived.
Seemed while I was doing research on Nightingale Investigations and Security, he was researching me.
“Did you see me in the bath on your way to helping yourself to my bedroom?” I demanded.
