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The pissed off one or the sad one.
He sits down behind the desk. “You here to file that report against the land-dick?”
I shake my head. “Is the loft above your garage still available?”
His face is emotionless. “I believe so.”
“Will you temporarily lease it to me?”
He looks as shocked as I am at my question.
I laugh. “Trust me, I wouldn’t ask if I weren’t desperate. I’ve called nearly every rental available in this godforsaken town. No one will rent to me in fear that I’ll burn the place to the ground. My parents are too nosy, and both of my brothers are in the puke-inducing honeymoon phase with their girlfriends. No, thank you to intruding on their love-fests.”
He opens up a drawer and pulls out a key. “Move your stuff in whenever.”
“Thank you. I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I find another place.”
He tips his head my way. “Sounds like a plan.”
I rise up to leave, but the sound of his whistling stops me.
“About that report.”
“He was drunk.”
“Has he hit on you before?”
I nod. “A few times, yes.”
“If you’re not going to file a report, let me know if he keeps coming around.” His gaze lowers on me. “And no more walking through dark parking lots alone, okay?”
“I don’t need protecting.” I cross my arms. “Plus, you hate me, so why do you care?”
“My hate toward you won’t stop me from making sure you’re safe.” He slides the key across the desk. “Loft is all yours. I have to get back to work.”
Ten
Gage
“Care to explainwhat the fuck that was about?” Kyle asks when I step out of my office an hour after Lauren left.
She came to me. That meant something.
Sure, she made it seem like she had no other options, but she did. Her parents would love for her to move back in, her brothers would always open their doors for her, and her mid-husband friends would no doubt give her a room at their place.
“Nothing of your concern,” I mutter.
“You can’t bullshit a bullshitter.” He trails behind me as I walk through the station, out the door, and straight to the car. This conversation isn’t happening for all of Blue Beech’s ears. “The girl you love but wish you hated strutted her evil ass into your office. She leaves, and when you finally come out, it looks like she told you she was knocked up with another dude’s baby. What gives, bro?”
His saying I look pissed doesn’t surprise me. I’d set myself up for failure by inviting her to move in.
“She’s crashing in the loft for a few weeks,” I answer, unlocking the car door.
He would’ve found out sooner or later. Might as well have him call me a stupid shit now.
He spits his coffee out on the sidewalk, more dramatic than necessary. “You shitting me? She’s moving in with you? As a roommate or fuckmate?”
I get in the car, slam the door behind me, and wait until he’s sliding in the passenger seat before answering, “I’ll sleep in my old bedroom in the house.”
