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“Well,” she said afterward as she tried to hop her leg back into her pants and panties.
Her cheeks were flushed.
And her eyes were bright.
“Well what?” I asked, head cocked to the side.
“I wasn’t a criminal before,” she said, turning a mischievous smile at me. “But I officially am now.”
The giggle that burst out of her was contagious as I threw an arm over her shoulders, hauling her close, and pressing a kiss to her temple.
“Welcome to the club.”
Everleigh - 3 months
I knew he knew I was being a little shady the minute I slammed my laptop lid shut when he walked into the bedroom carrying us our morning cups of coffee.
Late morning.
We were up late.
Because the club was up late, partying. Riff and Raff were back in town. And as much as I adored them, I had to admit that the club was much rowdier when they were around.
“Okay, what’s going on?” Detroit asked, sitting at my feet, concern etched between his brows.
I exhaled hard, knowing it was probably time to tell him, but still feeling oddly protective about it.
“So, you know how I’ve been unemployed since the whole wrongfully arrested thing?” I asked.
I hadn’t gone back to the gym.
I couldn’t.
I didn’t even go back to workout, choosing instead to do Tai Chi with Coach instead of my usual pilates, and taking walks or runs with Detroit around Shady Valley. Sure, he had to go at about a third pace because he was much longer-legged than I was, but we both seemed to enjoy the activity.
I knew it was probably silly to be avoiding the place, especially given that Gray and Melissa were both in jail without bail, awaiting their trials. And Gav was back there.
But I just… I didn’twantto go back, either.
The gym job had just been that.
A job.
And I suddenly had my mind set on something else. Something more along the lines of a career.
I was feeling oddly protective of this new venture I’d been toying with and working toward, which was the only reason I hadn’t told Detroit yet.
“Baby, we talked about that. You don’t need to work,” he insisted. As he had several times before.
Like after my mom and sister visited, and we both agreed that it was probably better to let my apartment go now, since I was never there. And I didn’t have money to pay for it anymore, either.
Like when I’d felt weird asking him to pick me up anything at the store.
It wasn’t that I didn’t genuinely believe he wanted to take care of me. He did. I’d just always been very independent. It was… harder than I’d anticipated to not have an income.
“No, this is… different,” I said. “It’s just… I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. And I’ve been doing some talking with Della,” I added.
Actually, she’d been the one to suggest it. Since I didn’t even know this particular career path existed until she’d mentioned it.
