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I saluted him. “Yes, sir.”
He walked away then, leaving me with Nadine and Amelia.
“He your man?” Nadine asked, eyes on me.
She was pretty.
Young, about twenty-four or twenty-five. She had long, blonde hair that she had tied up in a high ponytail, and the greenest eyes I’d ever seen.
But there was something about her that had a clear ‘stay away’ vibe.
The girl had gone through some shit.
And the money she said she needed was likely tied up in that shit.
“I guess so,” Amelia teased. “I mean, a night of the best sex of my life could make him mine, right?”
The best sex of her life.
My lips twitched into a smile.
Nadine nodded her head. “I think you should try it again before you officially call him yours. Just to make sure it’s not beginner’s luck or anything.”
With that, she was gone, leaving her tray of empties on the counter for Amelia to deal with.
“I’ll be back around midnight,” I rumbled. “Dinner at IHOP after that.”
Before she could say no or yes, I was out the door and heading home.
I had a few things that I needed to clean up before she came over for the night—and she would be coming over.
I also had a week’s worth of laundry that was sitting on my counter that I’d yet to fold.
I was halfway through folding all of it when there was a knock at the door.
I opened it to find Sam standing at my door.
I blinked.
“You hurt her, it’ll hurt everything in my body to do it, but I’ll beat the shit out of you,” he growled. “Understand?”
I nodded. “I don’t plan on hurting her, Sam.”
Sam shrugged. “Nobody ever does. All the same. You hurt her, I hurt you. And Jack won’t know about it, right?”
I grinned. “My dad won’t know about it.”
With that, he left and didn’t look back.
Warning heard, loud and clear.Chapter 10
Do you know what that sounds like? Not my problem.
-Amelia’s secret thoughts
Amelia
“I know that you think that he won’t know.” Lynn chuckled. “But he’s going to find out.”
I looked at Lynn sharply.
“Only if you tell him,” I said, pulling out my kit to check my blood sugar.
I was feeling rather woozy and knew that my blood sugar was tanking. I hadn’t eaten anything all day after all the bullshit that had happened at school. I was honestly kind of happy that I had plans for dinner after I finished up at the bar.
“You’re a year into your master’s,” Lynn said, watching me work. “Really low. You should eat.”
After the last day of school, I realized rather quickly that I just wasn’t cut out for the master’s degree thing.
I just… didn’t want to do it.
Not anymore.
I thought I did, but the idea of spending three more years in school, doing what I’ve been doing, just kind of… sucked. Not to mention the teachers didn’t like me anymore.
Now I just had to figure out what the hell I was going to do with the degree that I had.
I’d thought that I had it all planned out, but now that I was thinking more on it, I realized that I didn’t have shit figured out.
“I’m going to eat with Adam after this,” I said, putting the kit away.
“You know, you could use the degree you have in applied behavior analysis to work with the FBI,” he suggested. “You can go to the unit that works with crimes against children. Still the same field. And you can still go back to get your master’s if you want to.” He paused. “Normally you would have to work for three years as a special agent but… I know a few people. I can get you in.”
My brows rose. “My dad won’t like it.” I paused. “And I don’t want to leave.”
I actually adored where I was living.
Even more, Adam was here.
Which, if I had to admit, was the main reason I didn’t want to leave.
I liked him. A lot.
And the last few days, when he hadn’t stopped by or called—I really needed to give him my number—I’d been really out of sorts.
“They have field offices in Longview,” he said. “And some in Uncertain, Texas.”
I grinned. “How about we set something up. Let me talk to them. See what I would need to be doing. Hours, things like that. Then I’ll talk to my dad. I’m not going to do something like the FBI without telling him first.”
There was a line that I knew I couldn’t cross when it came to him. He’d take a lot of shit and deal with the consequences, but starting a job with the FBI wasn’t going to be one of those things I made him deal with.
I had to choose my battles.
“I’ll let you know a time and place,” he said as he looked up.
I did, too, spotting Adam filling the doorway talking to the bouncer that had led Tomi away tonight.
