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Running around his house, I grab my crap as fast as I can. The fact that Knox had already unpacked all of my stuff doesn’t make it easy. The amount of my things around makes it look as though I’ve moved in already. But this isn’t my home. He’s even got Grams calling this place my home. He really is smooth. Or maybe I’m just gullible.
Unable to find my laptop, I check his office to see he has it all set up for me with a desk right next to his. I don’t know why I do it, but I click his computer, and the screen comes on. A password login comes up. I type in the same one he told me for the alarm code. It works, his emails showing on the screen.
This must be that woman’s intuition shit or something because right there is an email with my boss's name on it. I click it, a gasp leaving me when I see pictures of my boss. He’s rocking two black eyes and his nose is taped up.
Knox,
It’s done. Got her a nice severance package too. That’s on the house. This fucker had it coming.
F
I think I’m in shock when I put it all together. Knox paid to have the crap beat out of my boss. That really should freak me out, but a stupid smile pulls at my lips as warmth fills my chest. Irritated with myself, I click the emails down. I should leave now, but I don’t. My eyes drift over the desktop and pause when I see a folder named RED. I click it.
Hundreds or maybe thousands of pictures of me flood the screen. I scroll down, scanning through them quickly, knowing I might be running out of time. When Knox picks me up, he’s always freshly showered, so he must come home before he gets me from the bakery.
Cheaters shower before they see their wives.
I close my eyes at that thought, taking a calming breath. I’m not going to let myself cry. Not yet at least. I get it together the best I can and keep scrolling through the pictures. They go back all the way to high school.
I open a few documents to find papers I’d written in college. Nothing important, just homework and such. What is all of this and why does he have it? How the hell did he get it?
I scream like a dork when my phone goes off. I check it to see it’s a text from Merry telling me she’s here. I grab my laptop and leave his office. I toss my key onto the kitchen counter before I pull my luggage out the front door. Merry jumps out of a giant fancy SUV to open the back for me.
“What is this?” I ask as she helps me get my bags into the back.
“My new boss’s ride.” She wiggles her eyebrows.
“You got the job?”
“Yep!” she chirps happily. No one has had more jobs than Merry. She’s terrible at keeping them, but she tries her best. God love her. “Get in. Wait till you see his digs.” She slams the back door of the SUV that might actually weigh more than she does. I go around and get into the passenger seat. Merry has to practically crawl to get up into the driver’s seat. If I wasn’t so upset right now, I’d be dying with laughter about the effort it takes her to get into this monstrosity.
“You can take me anywhere. Just go.”
“That bad?” she asks and puts the SUV into reverse.
“You have no idea.” I actually have no clue how I feel right now. Everything is jumbled inside me. The SUV starts to make a loud beeping sound.
“Merry!” I shout when I look at the screen on her dashboard and realize she’s about to back into the mailbox, but it’s too late.
“Oh shit!” I gasp as she runs right over it. Her phone starts to ring.
“Mr. Grumpy is calling,” the SUV announces over the speakers. Merry clears it.
“Okay, maybe we won’t go to see my new boss’s digs,” she says as her phone starts ringing again. Mr. Grumpy Pants is clearly not giving up.
Even though I’m upset, I can’t help but burst into laughter. “Just get me out of here,” I manage to get out as the tears rolled down my face. I’m not sure if they are from mirth or sadness. I think it’s a mix of both.
That shoe I’m always waiting to drop finally has. And once again, I find myself running away from Knox.
19
KNOX
“Bloody Nora.” I roll my eyes and step back from her grasping claws. “What the fuck is this?”
“It’s time for you to admit you want me.” She bats her lashes at me, trying to give off ‘sexy’ but looking more like ‘something’s in my eye.’
