Page 67 of His Last Nerve


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“Wait—you didn’t know my name last night?”

He shook his head.

He helped me in the rain without knowing my name.

He doctored my feet without knowing my name.

He let me sleep in his bed without knowing my name.

He saved me without knowing I was Valerie.

I swallowed.

“Didn’t answer my question, Val.”

“I have to leave,” I said.

“Why?”

“Why are you asking me that?” I asked. Why were we having this conversation? We were strangers. I didn’t know him. He didn’t know me. I was just the bitch who was trying to take his land.

“Moonie showed up this morning.”

My spine locked as I sat up straight, and a cold rage coursed through me. “What?”

He nodded again. “Showed up at six am.”

I stared at him in disbelief. Mr. Moonie told me he would be taking a different approach with the Hallow Ranch account. He was taking this head on. The CEO came directly to the source.

“He never left,” I whispered, closing my eyes and shaking my head.

“What?”

I took a breath and opened my eyes again. “Mr. Moonie never left. He must have followed me back from Denver.”

Something flashed within his smoke eyes. “Denver? He was in Denver?”

I nodded. “After you rejected the offer the first time, I reported it back to my boss. I guess word traveled up to him. Next thing I knew, I was on a private plane to Denver. He invited me to lunch,” I explained.

He was staring at me, and I didn’t like the look on his face. It was one of judgement, whether I deserved it or not.

You deserve it. You tried to take his home from him and that sweet little boy.

I looked away from him as I felt my cheeks hit with embarrassment.

“You workin’ with him still?” he asked, his voice hard.

My head snapped back to him. “What? I just told you I was fired.”

“You and him workin’ together to try and get under my skin? Being sweet to my boy, while your boss is making plans behind the scenes?” he hissed.

He was assuming things, trying to put a puzzle together with broken pieces.

I flinched. “Denver, I was fired yesterday. I no longer represent—”

“You got fired, put on a sexy outfit and went to the bar. Then, I save you and you tell me that you only got one night in the hotel left—”

“You wanted me to come here,” I spat. “I wanted to stay at my hotel, book a flight, and go home!”

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