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Sheena sneers. “I told her to just sleep with him and just be done with it, but she thinks she’s better than us because she’s got some fucking moral high ground.”
“So, she’s been taking shifts nonstop?” I try to control my desire to shake the woman in front of me until her teeth rattle in her head, as she looks amused by Tracy’s predicament.
“Nah, hon. She’s got the early morning shift off. But she has to work the late morning and the afternoon and the night shift. I overheard Paul telling her that he’s g
oing to make sure she doesn’t see that bastard son of hers.” Sheena seems to be very forthcoming with information.
From the sweet smell emitting from her mouth, I have a good idea why, so I tighten the leash on my temper and ask, “So, why is she still working here? Surely she can—”
Sheena laughs at my outraged expression. “Where else would she get this wage? Got to support herself, don’t she? How’s that kid of hers gonna eat?”
I’ve never wanted to strangle a woman like I do this one, who is looking down on Tracy and how she’s being exploited. I grind my teeth and am about to say something.
Then Sheena scoffs, “Paul tried to look through the security cameras to see who this cute guy is but he forgot that he turns off the cameras at night.”
At night?
A few days ago?
Surely, I’m not the reason Tracy’s being forced to endure all this?
It frustrates me that while I barely know the woman, I can’t help her. I know the look in her eyes. She has pride and she won’t accept anybody’s assistance.
“When does she get off?” I grit through my teeth.
Sheena eyes me.
I can see clearly that she’s up to something.
She leans forward, showcasing her cleavage and batting her eyes. “You look like you’re a well off guy. I’m telling you, that slut is a waste of your time. Why don’t you and I get together during my break? I can show a stud like you a good time.” Her hand is resting on my forearm.
I yank it back and it makes contact with something. I hear a gasp and whirl around just in time to see Tracy falling backwards. I ignore the tray in her hands that’s falling to the ground and grab her.
Her eyes are bewildered as she stares at me. “Duke?”
I want to smile at her or greet her but all I can think of is how she’s been so thoroughly humiliated because of me and how she’s being tortured for a simple interaction. My voice is rough as I ask, “When does your shift end?”
There must be something in my voice that has her blinking at me. “In twenty minutes? Why? Is Kendall all right?”
Her concern is immediately going to her friend who has a powerful protector watching over her from the shadows. But who’s watching over Tracy?
Does this woman ever think of herself first?
It irritates me and my displeasure must be showing on my face.
Her expression tightens as she stares at me. “What?”
“Kendall is fine. She sent me to make sure you ate something and that you rested.” I’m lying but it’s the only way I can get her to listen to me.
A strange expression crosses over Tracy’s face and she straightens up. “I see.”
“I’ll wait for you here,” I tell her.
She studies me closely.
I can see that her brain is working fast.
Finally, she nods, briefly. “Okay. Thanks.”
