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“I guess I keep applying until they say something one way or another,” I said.

“That’s my unofficial recommendation.” He peeled off his rubber gloves and tossed them in the trash. “What are your plans if they agree to an early release?”

I knew exactly what I was going to do upon my release. I intended to ride across Alligator Alley and return to the club I was forced to abandon. It was none of his business, though.

I zipped my pants and reached for the door. “I’m not at liberty to say.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Teddi

Devin stepped into my office. “Everything all right?”

“Absolutely,” I said. “Shut the door, if you don’t mind.”

He closed the door and approached my desk, stopping ten feet from the far side. “What’s up?”

I gestured to the chair beside him. “Sit down. Please.”

“You sure everything’s okay?” he asked. “You look like something’s going on in your head.”

“Everything is fine,” I assured him. “Have a seat.”

Balancing my personal life with my professional life wasn’t an easy task. As much as I wanted to jump Devin each time he came into my office, I knew better than to get caught up in such antics. There was a time and a place for us to be affectionate toward one another, and it wasn’t during work hours or at the office.

“Can you believe it’s been three months?” I asked.

He sat down. “What’s been three months?”

“Since you came to work here.”

“Has it?” He grinned. “Seems like yesterday.”

“Are you being serious?”

“I am. It sure doesn’t seem like three months have passed.” His gaze lowered for an instant, and then he looked at me. “Then again, it sure seems like a lot of stuff has happened since I came to work here. I don’t know. Time flies, I guess. Is this my ninety-day review?”

I laughed. “No.” I reached for his envelope, flipped it across my desk, and nodded toward it. “That’s for you.”

He picked it up. “What is it?”

“A bonus, of sorts.”

“Bonus?”

“For the Seever residence.”

He tossed it at me. “That’s ridiculous. I enjoyed it. You don’t need to do—”

“I’m not doing anything for you that I wouldn’t do for anyone else. There’s an equation I use for non-licensed sales, and I’ve followed it.” I tossed the envelope at him. “Open it.”

He pulled a knife from his pants pocket. “As long as it’s legit.”

“It is.”

He cut the envelope open, shook out the check, and looked at it. He choked out a cough at his surprise. “Looks like you gave me the wrong check.”

“How much is it for?” I asked, trying not to smile.