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Unknown: I thought you didn't want to ruin your stuff?
There's gotta be a plastic bag around here somewhere. I have my classes tonight.
Unknown: You’re taking classes, too??
Two jobs and school…It’s my life.
Unknown: How old are you?
How old areyou?I texted back, since I seemed to be the only one offering information at that point.
24,he quickly typed.
So probably no wrinkly balls then, huh?
Unknown: Monroe, if I didn't know better, I’d think you were obsessed with my wrinkly old balls.
I snorted and rooted around for a plastic bag in the supply closet, doing a fist pump when I found one from a bag of drugs a medical salesman had dropped off that day.
Today's my lucky day. I found a bag,I texted, wondering why I felt so comfortable with this guy. I was freaking texting him about a plastic bag, like he would care.
Be careful out there,he immediately responded.
I always am.
Good girl,he texted.
Heat rushed through me. I told myself it was the abs picture he’d probably gotten off the Internet somewhere. It was the only reasonable explanation for why two words could hit me like that.
Pushing those thoughts far away, I forced myself not to go any further down that path. We’d probably stop talking to each other by tomorrow, no need to get attached to the phone stranger now.
I set off down the street, decidedly not thinking about the fact that a perfect stranger had turned me on more than I’d ever been in my entire life.
Just with two words…
CHAPTER 6
LINCOLN
It's amazing what you can find out by padding a few pockets. The PI I’d used a few times in the past to suss out some stalkers, had now allowedmeto become the stalker.
Monroe Destiny Bardot. My fingers traced the letters like a man possessed, my eyes gobbling up the folder like it held the keys to eternal happiness.
With how I’d felt since I'd seen her picture, maybe it did.
Destiny was an apt middle name for her, since that’s what I felt like she’d become.
"Need anything else from me?" David, the PI, asked. He was an extremely innocuous looking dude, the kind that your eyes would immediately brush over if you saw him in the streets, never thinking twice about him. Maybe that was why he was so fucking good at his job.
"Nope, I’m good. Thanks for this," I told him, holding up my phone to show him I’d wired his money, and trying to keep the impatience out of my voice. I used him because he was one of the few PIs in the city that didn't do work for my father, but you never knew where allegiances lay, and the last thing I wanted was for him to hear about my new obsession.
David nodded and strode out of the room, and the second the door clicked shut behind him, I was flipping open the folder, staring at the pictures he'd managed to dredge up.
Holy fuck.
This girl.
I’d been obsessing over the picture she’d sent me for the last two days, but having new ones was almost more than I could handle.
