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And I freaking love that even if it’s ten times the work.
Even if it makes me feel uncertain.
Nervous.
Crazy.
I check my watch and glare at Barclay. “I’ve been here for five minutes already.”
Fitz straightens. “Give us five more.”
“And if you’re not ready by then?”
“Give us twenty minutes then,” Barclay says.
“Don’t freaking play with me, Barc. Make this quick because I—” The harshness of my voice echoes in my head and I choke on my words.
A memory of Shanel scolding me on the yacht returns.
“You shouldn’t talk to people like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like they’re your slaves.
Damn.
“Because what?” Barclay asks, unbothered.
He’s used to the way I talk. They both are.
Do I really have to change?
“I have things to do,” I mumble in as humble a voice as I can muster.
Which probably isn’t that great.
I grew up telling others what to do. People twice my age. Four times my age.
Didn’t matter.
I spoke. They listened.
That’s what power is.
But I can try to work on my tone if it means so much to her.
“You need to see Shanel?” Fitz asks.
I shrug, not bothering to hide my obsession from them. They know anyway.
Barclay wiggles his eyebrows. “Someone’s getting serious.”
“It’s only been a couple days,” Fitz reminds him.
“So?”
“So he’s more into her than she is. Remember, just a few weeks ago, she was all over Miles.”
