“Why do you keep acting so surprised?” I asked, irritated. “This is what we came for.”
He mumbled something I didn’t hear.
“Are you in or are you out?” I said coldly. I didn’t have time for his pansy-ass ways. I had bodies and a soul to steal.
“I’m in,” he said, not even stopping to think about it. Good thing too because I was starting to think he was turning into a woman, what with all his questions, incessant chattering, and gasping about my nefarious plans. Geez, next time I went on a mission I would just hire Barbie. She’d be easier to work with.
“Good. Let’s get to it,” I said, stuffing the jar containing the soul inside my jacket. “We have some bodies to steal.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Vacation - a period of time devoted to pleasure, rest, or relaxation, especially one with pay granted to an employee.”
Frankie
I was pretty sure Mondays were invented to remind the poor schmucks who had to work for a living at jobs they hated that the weekend had been nothing but a tease and now they had five long days of torture to look forward to.
Although really, my weekend hadn’t been all puppies and rainbows anyway. Today the torture was just being moved to another place: the DMV. Although at least here at work, I could get a break from my personal life. I snorted inwardly. The day I started looking at my job as a vacation from life, I had a problem.
Between lunch with Rosalyn and Charming, him showing up at my apartment wanting to talk and falling asleep on the couch only to disappear the next morning, to being interrogated by Piper on Sunday, I guess I could understand why I wanted to escape.
It was just too bad my escape had to be screening old people’s eyes for driver’s license renewal and listening to Hagatha tell me I was the worst employee ever, but she wasn’t going to bother to fire me because that would mean she would actually have to work and train someone new.
Ahhh, to be on a tropical beach somewhere.
I threw myself into my work all day and ignored my thoughts and the scathing remarks from the witch. I even stayed late to enter some data into the computer that one of the other girls forgot to do. By the time I left, it was almost six and everyone but me and my boss was gone. She was shut into her office and I wasn’t about to go pretend I liked her and say good-bye. Who knows what I would catch her doing in there anyway. Likely sharpening her claws on a dagger.
I walked out to the parking lot, digging through my bag for my keys. I didn’t notice a white Porsche was parked next to me until I was standing beside it. I was sandwiched between his car and my Jeep when the passenger window rolled down.
“You stayed late,” he said, leaning over so he could look through the window.
“What can I say? I love my job.”
He smirked. “You hate this place and you know it.”
I gasped in mock disdain. “Is it that obvious?”
“I just read you well.”
I snorted. “If you read me at all, you wouldn’t come around me. Go away,” I said and turned to let myself into my car.
“I am going away.”
My head snapped up and I turned around. “You’re leaving town?”
He nodded. “On my way to the airport.”
I was finally getting my wish. He was leaving. I would never have to look at his face again. Why did I not feel happy about this? “Well, I’d say I was sorry to see you go…” I shrugged, leaving the rest of my sentence dangling in the air.
He ignored my sarcasm. “Go home. Pack a bag.”
“What?”
“You’re coming with me.”
I laughed. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“It’s not a request.” His eyes narrowed.
