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“Good.” Snow turns to our VP. “Duck, you and I will go with Dip to speak to Jenny. The three of us should be able to convince her this is a good idea.” He turns to me. “Any issue with that?”
I swallow. Part of me wants to say yes, to shout that I shouldn’t be allowed within ten feet of that bar because it only deepens my obsession with a woman I don’t even know. But the other part of me, the completely fucking insane part of me, demands that I say no, that I give in to whatever mindfuck I’ve got going on.
“No issue, Prez.”
Snow grins. “Great. We’ll head out in five.” He slides his gaze around the table. “The rest of you work together to come up with a schedule that’ll work for monitoring more security systems, and we’ll meet back here tomorrow to discuss it. Church adjourned.”
Everyone files out of the meeting room, and I head straight for my Harley. Once Snow and Duck step outside, I fire up the bike and rev the engine. I don’t know why nervous energy attacks my system at the thought of going to Barlow’s. The bar isn’t even open yet so it’s not like she could be there.
“Ready?” Snow shouts over the roar of the trio of bikes.
Duck and I nod, and then the three of us take off. It doesn’t take long to reach the city, and by the time we reach the bar, I’ve managed to calm myself down. Club business rarely stresses me out, and this is exactly that… club business.
Duck whistles after we park and cut the engines. “That’s a nice fucking car,” he comments as he walks toward the Corvette parked in front of the Barlow’s.
“Is this Jenny’s?” Snow asks.
“I don’t fucking know.” I glance at the license plate and correct my statement. “I doubt it. It’s sportin’ Rhode Island tags.”
“Well, whoever it belongs to is one lucky son of a bitch,” Duck says. “If I were into cages, this is the kinda car I’d want.”
“Do you need a mop for that drool?” I taunt, making my way to the entrance of Barlow’s.
“Shut the fuck up,” VP gripes. “You can’t tell me you don’t have a dream cage.”
“Whatever mine is, it’s not a sports car,” I answer honestly. “Too small.”
“Just knock on the damn door,” Snow orders. “We came here for a reason, and it wasn’t to talk cars.”
I do as I’m told and step back between my prez and VP as we wait. A minute passes, and Duck pounds on the door. It never occurred to me that Jenny wouldn’t be here. She’s been here every night I’ve shown up. The girl’s a fucking workaholic and the place opens in an hour. She’s here.
“Hold your horses,” a feminine voice shouts through the door.
The voice doesn’t belong to Jenny, but I shrug it off. She has employees, and it makes sense that one or two would be here before opening to prep for the night ahead.
The snick of the lock disengaging is barely audible with the sounds of a bustling city around us, but all that noise disappears when the door is thrown open, and before me stands the woman with the mint green sweater.
No fucking way!
Chapter8
Kennedy
FIVE MINUTES EARLIER…
“Ican’t believe we pulled it off.”
Smiling at Jenny, I enter the last bits of information into the bar’s computer system like she showed me. It was really very easy to learn, and it feels good to be able to do work that doesn’t involve taking care of someone else’s personal and medical needs.
“I’m so glad I could help,” I tell her after saving the spreadsheet and closing the laptop. “There, all done.”
Jenny wraps her arms around me from the side and smacks a kiss on my cheek. “You are a lifesaver. I swear, as soon as Bryce returns my calls, his ass is fired.” She steps back, her hand resting on my shoulder. “Hey, do you still need a job?”
Yes!
Jenny and I have talked a lot since I arrived a few hours ago, but I’ve been careful to leave my very unsuccessful job hunt out of the conversation. Although now that I think about it, I don’t really know why. I told her about my childhood and my decade-long marriage, so she knows as much about me as anyone. But anytime I came close to talking about my employment search, I froze.
I didn’t want her to think I was trying to get a handout. A job offered to me out of pity isn’t what I want.
