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“Goldie is Lottie’s best friend, and she’s like a little sister to me. Besides, you know she’s secretly in love with her Boss Man.”
“So, you pretend to date her, and it nudges him into taking action,” he says with a shrug.
“So, in this scenario, I’m not finding love so much as being used?”
“Maybe it will lead to love.”
“Yeah, abrotherlylove,” I stress.
“So damn picky.”
“Oh my god, why are we friends?” I ask, staring up at the sky.
“Cause no one else wanted to be,” he says, punching my shoulder.
That’s kind of the truth. Lottie, Anson, and I grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Our parents were neglectful or downright abusive in some way, and we spent more time looking after each other than they did. We made sure that Lottie was safe and secure in our apartment before we joined the military, and we haven’t looked back since. We formed our own family, and it’s been the best decision I’ve ever made.
“I should be getting home.”
“Tell Lottie that I said hi,” I say, and he nods.
“Will do. See you tomorrow!”
He waves, and I wave back as I turn to head to my car. Knight Security is in a building downtown, and I’m not looking forward to battling traffic on my way back to my apartment. It doesn’t matter where you are in Los Angeles, though. There’s just no way to avoid it.
I moved out of the apartment I shared with Lottie and Anson just last month, and I’m still getting settled in my new place. I debate stopping for food, but I’m tired. I want to get home and take a shower. Then I’ll focus on what to eat.
I turn out of the parking lot and inch my way toward First Street. As soon as I turn onto the road, I jerk forward.
“Son of a…” I trail off as I realize that I’ve been rear-ended.
Great. This is just what I needed today.
I rub my shoulder, trying to ease the ache starting back up there as I unbuckle and slip out of the car.
“I’m so sorry! The sun got in my eyes, and well, that’s no excuse. Here let me get my insurance,” comes the sweetest voice I’ve ever heard.
It’s not a Los Angeles accent, and I try to place it. My eyes snap to the woman bent half in and half out of the driver’s side door, and I can’t hold in the moan when I see her round ass waving in my face.
“Goddamn,” I mutter to myself.
I take a step closer to her, my eyes devouring her curves hungrily when she finally fishes out the insurance card and turns to face me.
“Here we are,” she says, and my eyes roam over her.
“Are you alright?” I ask, and her pale green eyes snap to mine.
“I’m… fine. I’m fine,” she says, clearing her throat.
Her eyes go to the back of my car, and she winces when she sees the bumper hanging down to the ground.
“A lot better than your car. I really am so sorry,” she says, and I take another step toward her.
“What’s your name?”
“Oh, right. Here’s the card. I’m Quinn Walder.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Quinn,” I say, reaching out and taking the card from her.
