Page 42 of Bound to Burn


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“Don’t get on Erin’s case. She’s too close to the story, you know that,” Jack says, irritated.

“I don’t trust anyone else to get it done,” I tell him. Erin is supposed to be working on a story to expose Bobby because she’d gotten information that what he did to Hayley was not the first time. I’ve heard stories about Bobby over the years regarding his less than ethical business practices, but the sexual harassment was something he kept locked down with non-disclosure agreements.

“Neither do I, but I trust that Erin is putting it in the right hands.” He shifts his weight to peer into the glass case. “What the fuck are those?” He points into the case.

“Pop sockets.”

Jack looks up with his brows knitted together in confusion. “Speak English.”

“Never mind,” I say, annoyed.

“Where’s your new employee?” Jack asks, raising his eyebrows.

I shift uncomfortably, not knowing if Sasha said something to Erin and it got back to Jack. Sasha doesn’t seem like the type to kiss and tell, but the fact of the matter is that I don’t know her that well. Just well enough to kiss her like the fucking world was ending.

Fuck.

I rub the back of my neck thinking about how her body felt in my hands, hot and eager, and the way she tasted like fucking peppermints. I shake my head.

“Off today.”

“Mmhmm,” Jack grumbles. “Erin says you eye-fucked her at the festival.”

“Language!” Wade spits as he covers Dylan’s ears.

“Seriously, Wade?” Jack pierces him with a look.

“I didn’t eye-fuck anyone,” I say, exasperated.

“Who are we talking about?” Wade asks.

“Sasha.” Both Jack and I say her name at the same time and look at each other, annoyed.

“If I were you, I would worry less about the Bobby lawsuit and more about the jailbait,” Jack snickers.

“She’s twenty-three!” I say loudly. “Look, I don’t need shit from you.” I pace, looking for something to busy myself with. “Erin’s younger than you,” I point out.

“Erin’s a grown-ass woman. Sasha’s…” he looks to be thinking for the right word, and I’m afraid of what will come out of his mouth. “A puppy.”

“Not your best analogy.” Wade nudges him, and he shrugs.

“My point is you could be her dad.” Jack says, and I glare at him, willing lightning to strike him right there on the spot.

Wade kicks him. “What?” Jack grumbles.

“Erin says she doesn’t know who her dad is.” Jack looks at me, pointedly.

“You are not fucking funny!” I yell at him.

Wade starts to say something, but I interrupt him. “He’s a fucking baby, Wade. He doesn’t know what words mean yet.” I head off Wade’s chastising before he can even get started.

Wade closes his mouth.

“But let’s all remember your track record, Jack. I wouldn’t be surprised…”

“Just don’t, Cash,” he holds a hand up to stop me. “I get it.” Jack waves me away, discomfort all over his face. Serves him right.

“This chick has you all wound up,” Jack says.

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