After he shut the door, Rebel asked, “Have you met Kayleen?”
“A few weeks ago. Auntie and Uncle don’t like her.”
“That’s what Kurt said. What did you think?”
“I didn’t talk to her long enough to form an opinion,” his mom replied as she headed toward the door. “Auntie said Kayleen reminded her of a group from our high school. Snobby, conceited girls who looked down on everyone. Auntie used to call them the Mean Ones.”
Rebel opened the French door. Before his mom walked through, she said, “I’m very proud of you, Joaquin. Dad would be too.”
After they walked back inside, he paused to send a text. “Britain, I can’t stop thinking about you. What can I do to make things right?”
Britain
Monday morning over breakfast,Brit stared at Rebel’s text for what felt like the hundredth time. She wanted to respond, but she didn’t know what to say, so she opted to let him wait until she had an answer.
Her initial thought was to meet at his club, but she didn’t want to sweep the situation away with sex.
In that department, he’s a total Adonis.
Sex would solve her problem short term, but not long. She needed to move on with her life. For starters, that meant a new job. She wanted to reach out to her old boss at DEA, but she’d give ALPHA until Wednesday before moving on.
Addison walked into the kitchen, poured herself a coffee. “Hear anything?”
“No, I flaked and forgot to send thank-you emails.” Brit hopped on email and drafted a thank you to Providence. After reading it, she made a few changes.
“Come check for typos,” Brit said.
Addison peered over her shoulder.
Providence,
Thank you so much for speaking to me about your open marketing position. I’m excited for the opportunity to join such a dynamic and talented team!
Based on my creds, I’m hopeful you agree that hiring me would be a great fit. Please let me know if you have any questions that I didn’t answer.
Best,
Britain Skye
“It’s good,” Addison said.
Brit sent it, then typed up a different one for Cooper. After Addison proofed that one, she sent it over.
“I’ve got to get to work,” Addison said.
“Where’s Hawk?”
“He had a busy schedule, so he left at seven.” Addison took another swig of coffee.
“If I get the job, I can move into Dad’s condo.”
Addison’s expression of horror made Brit laugh.
“Why would you leave?” Addison asked.
“You and Hawk don’t need a third wheel.”
“You’re my sister,” Addison pushed back. “You’ve been gone for so long. Hawk is fine with you here. But if you need some privacy, you know, with men?—”
