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He doesn’t count when you’re around.

Does he know?

Yep, and he’s accepted the hierarchy.

Stop trying to distract me.

Where are you staying over there?

Mr. Magnuson has a house over here, and he built an office with an efficiency attached.

Okay, but why are you there?

Do you promise not to ask questions?

Uhhhhh, yes.

Uncross whatever you crossed.

I didn’t do that.

You’re a fibber because I’ve met you.

Fine. I did it.

I got suspended from work, but Emil offered me a temp…position? Job? Holding pattern? I don’t know what to call it, but I’m going to stay here to work on the project.

Remember your promise.

So it’s Emil now?

Very interesting. If I had a mustache, I’d be twirling it right now.

Look, lemme just say this, and then I’ll shut up.

You owe absolutely none…zero…zip loyalty to Jerky McJerkerson.

If something or someone good comes along, don’t think you owe him a mourning period.

Also, Emil is soooooooo hot. I’d do him in a public restroom.

I’m not even going to respond to that.

Go to bed. Goodnight. I love you.

I love you, hunny bunny

Ew, gross. That’s what Gabe calls you. Stop that.

HA! Goodnight for real.

CHAPTER EIGHT

EMIL

“We’re done for the day.”

Our workday had started somewhere around seven that morning, and now it was past six. Aside from a quick snack at lunch, Anders had been going nonstop. Our weeklong project had now been going on for more than a month. What I’d noticed over the past several weeks he’d been out here was that if he wasn’t given a direct order to stop working, he would push straight through into the night. I’d started making a point of finishing early, hoping he’d take the hint. So far, he hadn’t.