Hurt my daughter and I’ll kill you myself. I won’t give a fuck about prison.
You know you’re the only person I trust. Just fucking find her. I stabbed the end button and ignored the gawking reflections of the guys behind me as I swung open the door. I took my cover off and locked my anger in a box like it belonged to someone else, because it did. Hey, Alice.The aging librarian smiled. Hi there, Lieutenant Bateman. We sure have been missing you round here.
I have actually missed being here. I went to put some furniture together this week and realized I’d left my tool bag here. The night I kissed Paisley.Well, you just hop on back there and grab it.Thank you, Alice. I took the steps two at a time and walked to the storage room. The study alcoves were nearly empty, and the door to the storage room was propped open. My bag still sat on the worktable. I picked it up and took a look around the room with a healthy dose of pride. We’d done this, taken a huge mess and transformed it into something useful, needed. The excess books were organized neatly, no doubt Paisley’s work.
Don’t you, forget about me, she sang, dancing into the storage room, and every muscle in my body froze. Her arms full of books, she kicked the door closed and kept singing. She had earbuds in and scooted past, her back to me. She tried to be careful, but the books tumbled out of her hands onto the center table. She swung her hips along to the music. Her jeans highlighted every curve, hugging her ass like a wet dream, and her fitted sweater was a shade darker than her eyes.Finally. After two weeks, I felt like I could breathe. The rush of sweet oxygen filled me, and I watched her for a few seconds more, pretending she wanted me there…pretending she wanted me at all.
Her silence since the kiss spoke volumes.
Will you— Oh my gosh! she shrieked as she caught me watching her. One tug of the cord, and the earbuds fell out. Jagger! How long have you been there?Well, it’s an amazing piece of shit. I snapped my eyes to hers and she shrugged. I can’t sugarcoat this one, Griffin. It’s not well-produced, it’s not well-written, it’s not well-anything. It’s terrible, and you’re going to be a laughingstock when it releases.
I was so shocked by her brutal honesty, I didn’t know what to say. What I did say was probably something I should have said months ago. Okay…so what do you suggest I do now?Anna crossed her arms over her chest. You call the guys and beg for your job back.
Bitter heat temporarily blanketed the mountain of guilt that had been suffocating me. Lifting my chin, I firmly stated, No. Begging was not an option.Anna narrowed her eyes as she nodded. Of course that’s your answer, she sneered, her voice shaky with rage and pain. You and your goddamn pride.