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He nods once. “Good.” Then he looks over at his beautiful daughter. “Keep an eye on her, yeah?”
I suppress the inappropriate urge to smile but once again answer with the truth. “I do.”
Giving her mom one last hug, Cassandra turns to me. “You finally ready to go?” She laughs at her joke as I pull the door open and usher her out into the hall.
Her steps are bouncy, which is her normal way of walking, so when she bumps into my side for the second time, she doesn’t notice my hand sliding into her bag.
And as she uses her hands to tell me about the time her mom’s suitcase burst open on a baggage carousel, she’s too animated to notice my attention is pulled down low and off to my side.
While she finishes her story, I download my location tracking software onto her phone.
As we exit the building, I place my hand on her back, and she sways into me, just like I knew she would.
The sky is right on the edge of darkness, so when I reach across my body and slip the phone back into her bag between us, the colorful case is hardly visible.
CHAPTER37
Cassie
“So…”I drum my fingers on my knees as the highway hums below us. “Do you have a girlfriend?”
It’s dark inside the truck, but when I glance at Hans’s profile, I can see his brows rise.
“What part of me having my hand on your hot little pussy makes you think I could have a girlfriend?” His tone is dry.
My face flames at his choice of words, and I shift in my seat.
But if he’s going to be direct, then I will too. “Well, it was probably the part when you got a bunch of text messages, dropped me over the back of the couch, and rushed out of my house.”
He waits a beat. “Oh.”
I press my hands between my thighs. “Was it a woman texting you?”
“Yes.”
His answer spears through my chest, and I regret asking.
“Now ask me if it was personal or for work.” The tone of his voice tells me the answer, and that spear evaporates.
“Oh.” I repeat his response from earlier. “Is the woman your boss?”
Hans huffs out a breath. “Feels like it sometimes.”
We slow, and Hans takes the exit to our little town.
I want to ask if health inspectors usually get called out to job sites on a Friday night, but a different question comes out of my mouth. “Have you slept with her?”
His head jerks in my direction like he can’t believe I asked that. “No.”
I roll my lips together. “You’re sure?”
“I tend to remember who I’ve slept with. Our relationship is strictly professional.”
The sound of the blinker is loud inside the truck as we make our way closer to our neighborhood.
It only takes another minute before I break the silence. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. It’s none of my business.”
I mean, it kind of is my business if he has a girlfriend because I don’t want to be the other woman. But I believe him.
