them
because Kevin represented his son—and
yet I felt like the walls were closing in
around me. I felt trapped.
“When are you planning to start your
community service?” Office Stewart
questioned.
I grimaced. I should have known that
one was coming. Swallowing back the
lump in my throat, I croaked, “I’m not
sure. What am I supposed to be doing,
exactly?”
“You’ll be working at Harmony
House,” she said. Then she gave me the
name and number of the person who’d be
supervising me. “So, I’ll see you Friday
morning, at 9:30?” she confirmed.
“I’ll be there,” I said slowly, thinking
of how embarrassing it would be to have
my bodyguard take me to probation
because I didn’t have a license. It could
be worse, I reminded myself. Like asking
Miller to escort me to the gynecologist or
making him wait for me while I hooked up
with someone in a hotel. I’d never been
one for random hookups but I had friends,
like Jessica, who had no problem having
sex with a new guy every weekend while
her bodyguard waited in the car or outside
her hotel door.
I looked down at my phone, wincing
when I saw the time. It was 8:58 a.m. and
I was supposed to meet Cooper in two
minutes. I shot him a message letting him
know I was running late then I sent Miller
one telling him I’d be ready to go in five
minutes. I changed quickly—today in a
modest two piece that had been delivered
with my things yesterday. Somehow, it
managed to hide the telltale scar and
accentuate my boobs at the same time.
One of my hands was working on the
button of my tiny yellow shorts and the
other was cramming my face with a whole
wheat waffle that tasted like overcooked
cardboard as I ran outside to where Miller
was waiting by the Kia. He shook his
head, grinning and got into the driver’s
side. My phone vibrated in my pocket and
I held my waffle between my teeth to
check it.
Cooper had messaged me back.
9:08 a.m. : You know that James
Dickson won’t be so lenient when you
stay out too late partying, right?
I didn’t want to care what he thought I
spent my spare time doing, but I found
myself hesitating before getting inside the
car to text him back. Thanks for the heads
up, smartass. If my body wasn’t so tired
from your “basics” I’d probably have
gotten up on time.
I slid the phone back into my pocket.
The look on my face must have said it all
because when I dropped down next to
Miller, he cocked a dark eyebrow and
scratched the back of his buzz cut. “You
look like you just told someone off,” he
said, as he began to drive.
“Oh, I did.”
“Let me guess, Billabong?” he asked,
chuckling. When I shot him a look, he
cringed and said in a serious tone, “Sorry,
I keep forgetting that you decide whether I
have a job or not. You’re just not what I . .
.”
“Expected?” I asked. My phone
buzzed against my thigh again, and I felt
my heart jump.
“You can say that,” Miller said.
“I’m actually quite charming,” I said.
Then, I gave him a grin that was forced but
sincere. “And you don’t have to worry
about getting fired. As long as you don’t
try to sell my dirty panties to Sleaze
Police , we’re good.”
“Gross.”
“It’s happened before,” I said as I
fished my phone out. It was still buzzing
from incoming text messages. “You
wouldn’t believe what some of these
dickwads will pay for.” I didn’t add that
the panty incident had happened to Jessica
and that she’d been sleeping with the
bodyguard who did the deed.
I was more interested in Cooper’s
newest responses.
9:15 a.m. : So you’re saying you
spent the night in bed with sore muscles,
thinking about me?
9:16 a.m. : I’ve got to say Wills, I’m pretty turned on.
I rolled my eyes, ready to let him have
it, but then another text came in. This one
was from a familiar, old contact whose
photo popped up when I clicked on the
message. Strawberry blonde