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I found that surprising. She was gorgeous. Smart. Funny. Sexy as hell.
“I had a serious boyfriend the last year of college,” she admitted. I did the math. That was over ten years ago. “He was also from the area, and I thought he was the one.”
“What happened?”
Her mouth turned down. “My parents died. I became Bridget’s guardian. Overnight, I became a parent of a ten-year old girl. Carpool. Swimming lessons. Homework. Chore charts. I took the job at the accounting office because bills had to be paid. Brandon didn’t want any of that.”
I frowned, flipped the lid closed on the pizza box, took her hand and pulled her into me so I had her–albeit awkwardly–in my arms. “He ditched you when your parents died?”
“Yeah.”
“You were twenty-four?”
“Twenty-three.”
A twenty-three-year-old losing both her parents and having to raise a little girl on her own. And he was asshole enough to abandon her?
“He’s a loser,” I said. “Give me his name and the fourth line enforcers will take care of him.”
She laughed and I couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t know what a fourth line is but thank you.”
“So you’ve never moved away from home?”
She snuggled into me. “I went to college in Missoula, but that’s not very far. I guess… no.”
“Same house. Same job.”
I thought of bumping into her boss at the rink earlier and learning she wasn’t spending extra hours on work-work, but something else. My little bad girl was up to something. It couldn’t be all that sinister, but she was keeping it a secret. And she was serious about it with the amount of time she put in.
“Speaking of. Your job.”
She stiffened, then pulled away. I let her go.
“I’m an accountant.”
“Yup. That’s great. You’re not doing people’s taxes at night. What are you doing? Moonlighting for another company?”
“No!” She looked at me with such horror like I asked her if she was running a prostitution ring out of her kitchen.
It was definitely a touchy subject, something she didn’t want to share.
Tough.
“Then what? You had your laptop in Denver. Worked instead of going out with me and Mallory. Then the past two nights. What are you working on?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
She finally glanced my way. “Nothing.”
“Then I’ll ask Claudia.”
Launching herself, she jumped me, pinned my shoulders down. I was so stunned, I laughed. Moving her would be easy. She found that out when I bent her over the bed, then flipped her around like she was my little fuck doll. But I stayed still. She held me down for a reason and I wanted to find out what it was.
“Don’t ask Claudia. She doesn’t know.” She sounded panicked. Frightened even.
“Know what, sugar?” I asked, my voice soft.
