Chapters (56)
- Cover
- Praise for the novels of Mia Sheridan
- About the Author
- NOTE TO READERS
- Dedication
- prologue
- chapter one
- chapter two
- chapter three
- chapter four
- chapter five
- chapter six
- chapter seven
- chapter eight
- chapter nine
- chapter ten
- chapter eleven
- chapter twelve
- chapter thirteen
- chapter fourteen
- chapter fifteen
- chapter sixteen
- chapter seventeen
- chapter eighteen
- chapter nineteen
- chapter twenty
- chapter twenty-one
- chapter twenty-two
- chapter twenty-three
- chapter twenty-four
- chapter twenty-five
- chapter twenty-six
- chapter twenty-seven
- chapter twenty-eight
- chapter twenty-nine
- chapter thirty
- chapter thirty-one
- chapter thirty-two
- chapter thirty-three
- chapter thirty-four
- chapter thirty-five
- chapter thirty-six
- chapter thirty-seven
- chapter thirty-eight
- chapter thirty-nine
- chapter forty
- chapter forty-one
- chapter forty-two
- chapter forty-three
- chapter forty-four
- chapter forty-five
- chapter forty-six
- chapter forty-seven
- chapter forty-eight
- epilogue
- acknowledgments
I almost laughed, but held it in. I was irritated, but I was also slightly amused by the natural way she and I seemed to fall back into childhood bickering. Truthfully, I wasn’t planning on “cavorting” with Caycee. I didn’t need any complications. But I wasn’t opposed to finding a willing woman at a local bar to relieve some pressure. “No. But if you’re going to make amendments to my contract, I’ll have to sign a new one. My job duties should be spelled out in black and white. I wouldn’t want to misstep because you and I weren’t clear about what was expected of me.”
“That seems fair,” Charlie cut in, taking a few steps toward Emily.
She looked up at him, appearing almost startled by his presence. “Sure. I’ll have a new contract drawn up,” she said.
“Great.”
“Great.”
I felt a hand on my arm, and Caycee came up next to me. “Ready?” she asked.
“Sure. See you tomorrow,” I said to Emily, offering Charlie a chin tip. Just before we both turned away, something crossed Emily’s face that looked vaguely like hurt. I felt a punch in my gut and for just a moment, she looked exactly like the girl I’d once known despite all the ways that she had changed. I paused, feeling as if I should say something to…what? Soothe her? Make it so we were parting on terms that weren’t as strained? There were all these weird lines I kept spontaneously crossing. But it didn’t matter anyway. The moment had passed, and she was already moving away.
chapter eleven
Emily
My pillow was too hot. I sat up, turning it over, punching the middle blindly and falling back onto it with a frustrated grunt. Maybe I’d turned the heat up too high before going to bed, because my apartment was sweltering. I tore off my black velvet sleep mask and tossed it onto my bedside table. Instead of getting up right away to check the thermostat, I crossed my arms, staring up at the ceiling and watching the shifting lights from the street below.
I didn’t see anything about cavorting in the contract. The memory of Tuck’s words wound through my mind, the disdainful look he’d worn on his face as he’d challenged me, causing a zing of anger. Less than a week on the job and he was already pissing me off. I’d been right about this arrangement being a bad idea.
But I guess I was stuck now.