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This is so fucking strange. But, as an associate of Trey’s, she’d be cordial. Dahlia shook her hand and stepped back, expecting Noelle to walk away. She didn’t.
“Nice to meet you,” Dahlia said and pointed toward the door. “I have to get going.”
Dahlia got about five feet away when Noelle called her name. Oh shit! Dahlia was too close to pretend to have not heard her. Dahlia drew in a breath, plastered a smile on her face, and turned. Noelle stood two feet away, her hands clasped in front of her.
“I know you’re leaving, and I won’t take up too much of your time. But I want to apologize for our first meeting. I was short with you.” Noelle clamped her lips and shook her head. “Actually, I was rude. It wasn’t personal. I’m like that with everyone, which I know sounds awful. But in my line of work, it’s safer and easier to be a bitch than a decent human being sometimes.” Noelle snorted, shaking her head. “Again, that sounds awful. I’m sorry.”
Dahlia wasn’t following everything Noelle said, but she showed genuine remorse.
“I didn’t know who you were. Had I known, I would have shown you the respect you deserve, and going forward, that’s exactly what you’ll get from me as we work together.”
Working together?
“Are you a bartender?”
Noelle squinted. “No. I’m part of security.”
“Oh, for the club?”
Noelle cocked her head, eyeing Dahlia. “For you.”
What? Security for her? That was absurd. Dahlia didn’t need security. In fact, she didn’t want it. Why would anyone want other people shadowing their every move?
“I don’t have security.”
Noelle widened her eyes but remained silent.
Dahlia leaned forward. “Do I?”
Noelle licked her lips, clearly nervous. “I start in three days as a member of your security, along with two others.”
What the fuck, Trey? Hadn’t they just had a whole conversation about sharing? Oh, this man.
“I take it Trey hasn’t mentioned it to you?”
Dahlia ground her teeth. “Not yet!”
“Shit!” Noelle muttered and grabbed her hips, bowing her head. “I just got this position, and I’ve managed to fuck it up even before it started.”
This wasn’t Noelle’s fault. Trey should’ve told her. But Dahlia was well aware of how this all worked, and taking in Noelle’s nervous and concerned demeanor, it was clear she’d be held accountable for informing Dahlia.
“I won’t say anything to Trey. I’ll wait for him to tell me. Your name will never come up. Don’t worry.”
Noelle glanced up.
“God knows that man has enough secrets. I’m entitled to a few of my own.”
Noelle smiled. “I appreciate this, Dahlia.”
Dahlia nodded and waved, walking out to her car. She’d keep her promise to Noelle, but her blood was boiling that Trey had neglected to mention it to her. He’d warned her that her life would forever change, but she’d thought she’d get a heads-up first. As with all relationships, this should’ve been a discussion.
Dahlia got in her car and headed over to Grove Mill. Thankfully, the traffic was light, and she zipped over the bridge and into the small town. Grove Mill was much less congested compared to Lawry. In fact, it’d been a while since she’d seen other cars on the road except for the one behind her.
She was turning onto one of the side streets toward Sloane's house when the large van pulled alongside her, gesturing for Dahlia to roll her window down. It took her a minute to find the button, so she came to a stop.
“There are sparks coming from under your car.”
What? How was that even possible? It was new.
