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I snicker. "Then definitely yours. I don't want to add any more material to Beverly's spank bank."
"Bitcherly better back the fuck off," he growls playfully and turns toward his dorm. "I'm a possessive son of a bitch."
"Trust me, I know."
LONG SHIFTS ARE ALWAYSthe worst. By the time they're over, you're exhausted and wishing you never have to step foot in the place again. As I walk out of work after a ten-hour day, the only thing I want to do is go back to Carter's and fall asleep. Unfortunately, fate has other plans.
"Tye," someone calls out.
I turn around and groan when I see a familiar face leaning against his SUV on the other side of the parking lot. "Go away, Noah."
He jogs over to me anyway. "Just give me a minute. Please?"
Glancing at my phone, I note it's two in the morning. Yet, I don't think he's going to go away any more than Carter did. I roll my eyes and put a hand on my hip.
"You have sixty seconds. Go."
He sighs in relief. "I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you I was working for Vincent. I had to sign a very specific contract and part of that included not being allowed to tell you."
"So clearly pretending to be my friend was the only option," I bark back. "You could have just watched me from a distance. You didn't have to be all up close and personal with me."
"Please. You would have sniffed me out within half a day," he argues.
Honestly, he's probably not wrong. When I was home, I called Vincent out on hiring Noah to spy on me. He didn't seem a bit surprised that I knew about it. I was always a very intuitive kid. What was surprising, however, was that I didn't figure it out on my own. But what can I say? He played the part well, and I was fooled. I was also lonely.
I run my fingers through my hair. "Still. I feel so betrayed by you. I thought we were friends."
"We are friends," he corrects. "At least I hope we still are."
"Why? So you can report back about everything I'm up to?"
"No."
"And how am I supposed to believe that?" I argue.
He shrugs defeatedly. "Because I quit last week."
"You quit or you were let go?" With his cover being blown, being a secret agent for Vincent is no longer an option.
"I quit," he specifies. "He wanted me to come back to Miami. He said I could have my job back at VinSorr International. I chose to stay here."
"Why would you do that? Why not go back and keep working?"
Rubbing the back of his neck, he smiles sadly. "There's a girl who was my best friend at one point. She hates me now though."
My phone vibrates in my pocket, telling me Carter is probably checking on me. I usually call him as soon as I get in the car and let him know I'm on my way. I send it to voicemail and send him a quick text letting him know that I'll call him right back before sighing.
"I don't know, Noah," I say honestly. "I'm not usually the forgiving type."
He glances down at my phone before looking back at me. "You forgave Carter."
Leave it to him to make that argument. "After everything I put him through, it's more like we called it even."
"Well in that case," he teases, "I broke into a dorm room with you, tried on a hot pink dress so you knew it would fit, and chauffeured your ass around. Call it even?"
I can't help but giggle, remembering the look on his face when I told him to get in the dressing room. Still, I don't know if I can trust him anymore. Carter was just trying to protect me, while Noah was reporting about me daily and I had no idea. But I'd be lying if I said I don't miss him.
"Fine," I reluctantly agree. "But my boyfriend might kick your ass."
