Page 27 of Miss Trust

Chapter Eleven

Tory

Irolled my eyes at Chance’s sudden bossy tone and returned to my task. It was tedious work to examine the numbers of the Miami club and compare the bills to the payments, but at least Carmen seemed grateful for my assistance. Truth be told, I’d always loved numbers. Using my brain instead of my body was also a welcome reprieve.

Carmen had been fantastic. She’d explained the job without seeming worried I couldn’t do it, had left me alone, and hadn’t ask any personal questions about why I’d arrived with the boss. Of course, Chance might have explained the situation to her, but I doubted he’d bothered.

“You better pack up,” Carmen said only a few minutes later. “The boss doesn’t like people to be late. I appreciate your help tonight. You sure you’re up for more late nights?”

I finished up the last two lines and put down the pencil. My yawn came without warning. “I need to get back in the groove of working nights, that’s all. What did Chance say about me coming back to help you again?” I halfway expected he’d have an issue with me working at his club.

“He said it was up to you.”

“Good. If I can line up a babysitter, I’ll work whatever nights I can.”

“You have a kid?”

“Four-year-old daughter.”

She smiled. “My wife has a six-year-old son. He’s amazing.”

We both looked over toward the irritated man in a suit who’d appeared at the door.

“If you two ladies are done chatting, I’d like to go.”

Carmen hid her smile while I grabbed my purse, unfazed by his interruption. He’d said ten minutes. It had been five. “Good night, Carmen. Hopefully, I’ll see you soon.”

“Good night. Thanks for all the help.”

I walked silently beside a man who was clearly brooding. “If you’d rather stay, I have no issue driving myself home.”

He jammed his finger at the elevator button. “We’ve had this conversation.”

He didn’t speak again until my stomach grumbled while we were in the car. I was so used to skipping meals, I’d forgotten to eat before leaving for work.

“I’d ask if you’re hungry, but you’d merely say no, despite the evidence to the contrary, then I’d say we could stop somewhere for food, and you’d be stubborn and say I told you I wasn’t hungry. So to avoid the argument, I will choose to ignore the sound of your stomach.”

My face heated at the way he made me sound. Mostly because he wasn’t wrong. “It’s not personal.”

“I disagree.”

He chose to drive the SUV this time, with me taking the passenger seat. It was on the tip of my tongue to argue with him, but what was the point? I had no intention of confiding the real reason I was so distrustful about accepting help. Besides, it didn’t matter what he thought of me. This situation was temporary. So I did what any woman without a sound argument would do.

I fell asleep.