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You already thought that.
Well, I double didn’t want to talk about him.
What was his problem? We were... semi-fine. Civil even for us. And then all hell had broken loose. I was going to have a headful of gray hairs by the time I left New York.
But it doesn’t set a concrete schedule.
Kane would drag out the entire ordeal just to mess with me. I was certain of it, though I couldn’t begin to understand why. He didn’t like me.ThatI understood. I hadn’t exactly been warm and fuzzy. Cold and disgusted was more like it.
The sooner he was rid of me and my problems, the sooner he could return to his normal life. We’d both be better off, but it wasn’t as if he enjoyed having me approach him.
God knows it’s more interesting than most of the last quarter century.
I yanked on my hair. It was bad enough having to depend on Kane for anything. Now he wouldn’t get out of my head.
I turned around.
He stood on the sidewalk, hands in his pockets, watching.
Cool.
Calm.
Collected.
Indifferent.
Just like always.
I couldn’t have endured the past few decades with him in my life in any capacity. I’d have spent most of my time in anger management.
“Jo?”
I closed my eyes and willed the frenetic energy inside me to still. And I realized I’d stopped walking and was fully turned around, staring at Kane.
Who was still staring back.
Do not let him do this to you, JoJo.
I wasn’t an angry, unhinged person. Unless I was around Kane. It wasn’t healthy. But I’d suffer compromising my own mental health because I certainly wasn’t leaving Penelope alone with him. She was smart and could easily handle any situation, but sometimes a person needed backup.
And I didn’t trust Kane.
My stomach flipped. I wasn’t ready for them to meet. Wasn’t sure it was the right thing. But there didn’t seem to be another option.
“Where are we with the tire dumpers in the Indian Ocean?” I asked sharply as I turned around once more.
Neil cleared his throat. “Our team reported sonar scans that indicate the company has spread their efforts to the Pacific. We’re trying to embed someone to find out exactly where.”
I’d never liked the espionage part of our work. When necessary, we’d put people who had no public affiliation with Earth Warriors in key places for reconnaissance. All I wanted was to be honest. Diplomatic.
We could work together with companies to find economic and environmentally sound solutions. But often they saw it as an attack. If we knew where they were dumping or the hazards they caused, we could go in and clean it up.
Which was what we were currently doing in the Indian Ocean.
I’d never realized how many tires were dumped every single day. Maybe that was because I didn’t have a car.
Or maybe it was because it was hard to see the impact one person had. The problem wasn’t one person’s waste. It was the cumulative impact of eight billion people on the planet. That added up exponentially.
