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My belly swoops before bottoming out.
I’m knocked from the dangerous whirl of my thoughts when Madden says, “I just want to make sure that you’re cool with working at the bar.” There’s an awkward pause before he adds in a softer tone, “You know Wolf will be there, right?”
Since Madden and Viola were together in high school, he knows all about the accident. He and Wolf didn’t know each other back then. I have no idea if they’ve discussed the situation now that Madden is dating my cousin.
I force a smile. “I appreciate your concern.”
He pops a brow when I don’t add anything more. “And you’re still interested in the job?”
With no other prospects on the horizon?
“I don’t really have a choice.”
“Okay, I’ll shoot him a text and get back to you. At the very least, you’ll get an interview.”
“We’ll make sure of it,” Britt tacks on.
“Thanks again. You guys are the best.”
“No worries.” Madden flashes a grin.
When my cell rings, I slip it from my coat pocket and take a peek. My heart drops to the bottom of my toes when Chloe’s name flashes across the screen.
“Who’s calling your ass this early in the morning?” Britt asks, craning her neck to get a better look like the nosy bitch she is.
I take a quick step away and point to the snow-covered grass on the side of the cement walkway. “Um, someone from student services. Are we still meeting up for lunch at one?”
“Yup,” Viola says with a nod. “Good luck.”
“Thanks.” My heart jackhammers as I weave my way through the crowd of students hustling their way across campus and off to the side.
Just seeing Chloe’s name makes my palms break out into a slick sweat.
There’s no way I can go through with this.
I can’t do it.
I can’t sell my body.
I’ll have to figure something else out. The last thing I want to do is drop out for the semester, but maybe my parents are right, and I’ll need to return home and regroup.
It’s a depressing thought.
On the fourth ring, I release a steady breath and answer the call. “Hello?”
“Hey, Fallyn. It’s Chloe.”
Only wanting to get this convo over with, I blurt, “I apologize for wasting your time, but I thought about everything last night, and I just can’t go through with it.”
There’s a second or two of silence that has my nerves ratcheting up even further.
“Really? Are you sure?”
Relief spirals through me that she doesn’t sound angry.
“Yeah. I don’t want my personal info on a website.”
