Page 33 of Protecting Love

Seemed like something she’d been doing for weeks now.

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THINK OF INNOCENCE

The bantering ping-pong ball bouncing back and forth between the sisters was more entertaining than he’d thought it’d be.

Though he wasn’t positive London was going to be in this meeting.

Unless she was here for moral support because it seemed as if he should have brought chocolate with him for this.

Paris was definitely flustered and he hadn’t seen this once.

He’d even purposely stared at some art on the wall that held no interest while she got her fill of him.

It was as if he could feel her eyes burning into his back, but he held still and let her go.

If it made her feel better, it’d only make this conversation easier for them.

“Why don’t you walk me through what happened on Friday? Your words.” He pulled his phone out and put it on the table. “It’s easier for me to record this and go back after.”

“Is that something you did at your last job?” she asked.

“Does it matter? I’m not at that job anymore.”

Her face flushed. Maybe he didn’t need to say that, but he didn’t want to spend any more time in this room with her than he had to.

She unnerved him more than anyone else had in his life.

And seeing her dressed in that long skirt, open toe thick-heeled shoes and the white sweater made him think of innocence.

He always thought she was fresh and sweet. Happy.

More than he’d ever been.

But today, yeah, it was almost angelic.

Until she opened her mouth and a snake came hissing out.

“Sorry. You’re right. Around three, Rick Majors came into the office asking for me without an appointment. Since it was only Molly and me, the office was quiet and I overheard him, then decided to go up and see what was going on.”

He listened while she talked.

While she explained everything to the best she remembered it.

He was impressed at how clear and concise she was. More controlled for sure now that she’d calmed down.

“What do his previous employers have to say about him?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she said. “I told them what Rick did and they glossed over it. Just said it wasn’t their problem anymore.”

He didn’t like hearing that. “I’ll be reaching out to them also if you can pass on that information.”

“I’m not sure that is wise,” she said. “We’ve got a contract with them.”

“Do you really think this hasn’t gone through legal already?” he asked, his eyebrow lifting.

“I think my sister isn’t thinking clearly,” London said. “To not realize that. That all our contracts cover our butts in just about every situation.”