Page 6 of Wrecked

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When we arrive at the office, I pull into the underground garage and park in my assigned spot. We step into the elevator together, just the two of us. The tension is so thick it’s choking me.

I really fucked up. I want him, and he knows it.

I glance over to find him staring straight ahead at the elevator doors as they close. He’s making a point of not looking at me. Not acknowledging me. I reach past him to press a button. “The martial arts studio is on the third floor. Walk straight ahead, through the glass doors, and ask for Liam.”

“Thanks.” Finally, he looks at me. “Will I see you again? I mean today. As part of the interview process.”

“No. We’re done.”

His gaze returns to the elevator doors. “Did I pass?”

That question can be taken in more than one way.

Did I pass the shooting assessment?Yes.

Did I pass your test?Yes.

I spare a quick glance at him. “Yeah, you passed.”

When the elevator stops, Sam gets off. He turns back to look at me, but says nothing.

There’s nothing to say.

My part in his interview process is over.

“Maybe I’ll see you around,” he says as the doors slide shut.

That’s what I’m afraid of.

“Maybe.”

I continue up to the twentieth floor, to Shane’s office. As the elevator doors open on his floor, he’s waiting right there.

Shane steps into the car with me. “Ah, just the person I wanted to see. How’d he do?”

“Who?”

“Sam Harrison. Who else? Did he earn your seal of approval?”

I can feel my neck heating. “He’s a fine shot, if that’s what you mean.”

Shane gives me an odd look. “What’s your problem?”

“Nothing.”

Shane presses the button for the third floor. “I’m heading down to the martial arts studio to observe Sam’s hand-to-hand capabilities. Join me.”

“I really don’t have time, Shane. I need to get back to the shooting range.”

“Then why did you come all the way over here if you can’t stay a while?”

“The kid needed a ride back.” I shrug.

“Come on, hang around a little while longer. I want your opinion.”

“Mine? Why?”