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Chapter 14
Does anyone have any advice on how to learn to pick a lock? Strictly academic, of course. ~ Message from Sage on the Winter Falls Facebook page
Love Hill
“We need to talk.”
Damn. I knew this was coming. Damon already fired me, but after the incident at the school today, he’s really going to fire me.
And I can’t blame him. I completely lost it. I acted like a woman possessed. Like? There was no like about it. Iwasa woman possessed.
Because I remember Mrs. West. She was the English teacher when I was in ninth grade. Since she’s a woman, I thought she would listen to me. She wouldn’t.
I learned not to trust other women the day I asked to speak to her and she told me she couldn’t help me. Everyone in town thinks she’s the bee’s knees. Ha! She’s more the bee who stings you and cackles as she flies away.
“I understand,” I tell Damon. “I’ll get my things and go.”
He stops me with a hand on my shoulder. “Go? Why would you go?”
“Because you’re going to fire me. Again.”
His brow wrinkles. “I’m not going to fire you.”
“You’re not?”
He urges me toward the living room and I settle on the sofa.
He perches on the coffee table in front of me. “I want to check if you’re okay.”
I must be hearing things. No one checks if I’m okay. No one gives the first shit if I’m okay. I open my mouth to snark at him but I’m notthatLove Hill anymore. Or, at least, I’m trying not to be.
“You want to check if I’m okay?”
“Listen.” His hand reaches forward as if to touch me but he shakes his head and drops it before he can reach me. “I don’t know what happened in the principal’s office but I’m one hundred percent certain it wasn’t all about Skye slapping Meadow.”
“You’re not mad I lost it with the principal?”
“Mad?” He cocks an eyebrow. “Why would I be mad you stood up for my daughter and ensured she was treated equally to the other children?”
“But I yelled and slammed my hand on Mrs. West’s desk.”
“I know.” He grins. “It was magnificent.”
“Magnificent? Are you feeling okay? Do I need to call Dr. Blue? He makes house calls.”
He chuckles. “I’m not sick.”
“If you say so.”
He clears his throat. “It’s clear Mrs. West hurt you in the past. You don’t have to tell me what happened, but I want you to know I’m here and ready to listen.”
Yeah, sure. Ready to listen. He’ll hear my story and decide I’m a tramp and send me on my way. He won’t believe me. No one ever does.
“Hey.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Where did you go?”
“I’m sitting right here.”
He taps my forehead. “In here. Where did you go in here?”
