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It didn’t surprise me in the least when I found out that she’d started an OnlyFans and began selling her underwear for upwards of $50K a piece.
“Hey there, Jumper!” I called as I turned my chair just in time for her to throw her hands around my shoulders and hug me tight.
Last I heard, she was married with kids, so I looked around for her husband.
But in doing so, I turned my back on the table, and the woman who kept avoiding eye contact.
Meaning I missed Blue’s reaction.
CHAPTER 2
Yesterday’s eyeliner can be today’s smoky eye if you believe in yourself.
-Blue to Rebel
BLUE
Earlier that night
“Do you think I’ll see him?”
“Of course, I think you’ll see him.” Rebel rolled her eyes.
Two years ago, Rebel and I had gone in with each other on a bar in Kilgore. It catered to women and was booming.
Women didn’t necessarily have their own ‘places’ they could go to grab a beer, so we focused on making the whole scene welcoming to anything of the feminine persuasion.
Hell, we even employed a daycare in the back so that women could enjoy a cocktail hour while having their kids watched by professionals.
Though, in order to have that happen, we did make sure to have a rideshare service that had car seats available. If the kids went in the daycare, they were forced to use the rideshare service or be picked up—and that was strictly monitored.
We also had bouncers and hired help who weren’t hard on the eyes.
Now, Rebel was my closest friend, though she shared that spot with Perry.
Perry may be halfway across the country, but she was still in my daily life. Even if that was through text messages.
“I’m nervous,” I murmured quietly. “What should I wear?”
Rebel rattled off a list of things she thought I should wear, and I went with none of them, choosing to stay in my pencil skirt and button-down shirt that I’d worn to school that morning.
I wasn’t in school or anything. Actually, I’d been out for quite a while.
However, I had a brand-new teaching position at the local high school for business education. Our old principal had requested that I start guiding the young students as they navigated the last year of their high school education.
I’d agreed, and now I taught a single class there every day for an hour.
And since I hated doing laundry twice, I stayed in my getup.
“You are not wearing that,” Rebel shook her head. “That’s so boring.”
“It’s gonna have to work, because I don’t have the desire to go to the dry cleaners after I wear the clothes you suggested,” I explained.
She rolled her eyes. “I’ll drop it off.”
“You pick it up, too, and we have a deal,” I murmured.
“Fine,” she rolled her eyes. “I’m not sure what your problem is with that laundromat.”
