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No.
He had his chance and picked a promotion over the most incredible woman in the world.
That washisfuck up.
That’shisbullshit he has to live with.
Don’t get me wrong.
I could not be more grateful he’s a moron and made that mistake.
I just need him to stop trying to correct it.
Especially now that it’s my turn to try to make what we have into something…more.
You know if…people would just stop trying to kill her.
Or kidnap her.
Or silence her.
Whatever…fucking super villain shit they’re up to.
That is the second biggest cockblock in my life at the moment.
The chiming of the door has me dragging my attention away from where Anne Bigpond is cleaning the glass counter of The Hunt Locker over to where Seventeen is casually strolling across the threshold.
And here’s the first.
“Someone’s a little overdressed,” teases the dark-haired woman who owns the largest indoor- outdoor shooting range in Dalvegan during his approach. “I get the feelin’ you’re a little lost, sugar.”
Seventeen slides his hands into his suit pockets prior to politely proclaiming, “I actually just came straight from the office.”
“My boss,” I casually interject on a small head tip his direction. “The one I mentioned earlier.”
“Oh!” Anne tosses an understanding hand in my direction. “Right! The one who’s embarrassed about needing a few tips when it comes to handling something so much bigger than he’s used to, which is why you reserved the entire rifle range for an hour.”
“This would be him.” Hiding the urge to grin almost isn’t done. “Andhereserved it.” My stare shifts over to his. “I’m just usin’ my membership to save him a few bucks.”
“How…” Seventeen struggles to find an appropriate word choice, “thoughtful.”
“You’re getting a great deal,” Anne reassures while typing on her computer. “Non-member rates – especially for a reservationthat big– can be killer.”
This time I toss him a smug smirk. “You’re welcome.”
He begrudgingly offers me a small nod of fake gratitude while retrieving his wallet.
As much as I’m enjoying sticking it to this prick –and make no mistake about that I am enjoying the fuck out of it –it’s not about that.
Okay.
It’s notjustabout that.
We need to be able to discuss things that have to directly deal with the woman we both care about, and I don’t trust our building yet. Despite Yi doing his job and going out of his way to increase, along with tighten, protocols courtesy of vehicle sweeps for tracking devices and hall sweeps for listening ones, my gut tells me there’s a source inside HE alerting someone on the outside to our movements. Whereabouts. Plans. I don’t know who. And I don’t know exactly when. But too many things keep getting compromised too quickly for there to be any other type of explanation.
Only a handful of people were supposed to know Arley was goingintothe office last week.
We have a fucking leak, so until I have time to deal with it, other measures have to be taken.
