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“Yeah, actually,” I said, nodding, but not approaching, not wanting to make her anymore uncomfortable. “I’m looking for someone I thought worked here,” I said. “She’s—“

“Either Binx has learned how to open packaging, orsomeoneis going to need to answer for my cheddar popcorn being all gone,” a voice said, moving closer. A familiar voice. Even if I’d hardly heard it say anything at all to me that didn’t involve asking me to fuck her harder, or begging me not to stop. “I am in a… what thefuck?” she griped as she walked into the office, holding a—presumably empty—black bag of cheddar popcorn.

The woman at the desk’s gaze moved between the two of us several times as her hand slipped, sliding open a drawer.

“It’s okay, Josie” my mystery woman said to the other one. “You don’t have to tase him. Yet,” she added, eyes boring into me. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I was about to ask the same thing. Since the last time we were here, you claimed we were breaking and entering.”

“I…” she started, searching for a lie to feed me.

“I had a feeling, though, that no matter how good you might be, you couldn’t pick a lock that quickly. So I came to see if my hunch was right.”

“Wow. Stalker much?” she asked, raising her brows at me.

“I think you’re the one who tracked me down to my clubhouse just so you could get a quick fuck again, then ran out before I could get back from the bathroom.”

“What? Are you butt-hurt that I left? Get real,” she said, but I got the feeling she was putting on an act. “I mean, men can use and discard women left and right, but the second a woman tries to play that game, someone’s in their feels about it and is showing up at a woman’s work like a complete creep.”

“I, ah, should I leave?” Josie asked, looking between the two of us.

“No,” the woman said at the same time that I said, “Yes.”

“I’m getting sorta mixed signals here, Rynn,” she said, and I got to watch as my mystery woman’s eyes slid closed as she took a deep breath.

The mystery was over.

I had a name.

Rynn.

Unusual. Which was fitting.

Rynn sighed.

“You can go take lunch,” she told Josie.

“Are you sure? I could just grab something quick, and bring it back…” she suggested, shooting a quick look in my direction.

“Don’t worry,” she assured her friend. “We both know that I’m the dangerous one here,” she added, crumpling up her empty bag, and shoving it into the trash beside Josie’s desk.

“I’ll bring you back more popcorn,” Josie assured her as she grabbed her purse. “Are you sure…”

“Yes,” Rynn cut her off. “Go on. I’m fine.”

We both stood there in silence as we watched Josie get up and leave.

Then we both turned back to face each other in unison.

“So it’s Rynn, is it?” I asked, feeling like I’d just solved my life’s biggest fucking mystery. But having no idea what it meant for me moving forward.

CHAPTER TEN

Rynn

So it turned out that fucking Catodidwork to clear my mind and allow me to focus.

I’d gotten more work done after leaving the clubhouse and when I got up after a few short hours of sleep than I’d been able to do in days.

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