Page 50 of The Reborn


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She nodded. “So... that letter Cam gave you... do you think it’s anything to worry about?”

“Probably not, but I’m still going to look into it just to be sure.”

She nodded once. “No stone unturned and all that?”

“Exactly.”

“I got in touch with Deanna, my receptionist. She’s helping me get ahold of all the parents and canceling classes for at least the next couple of weeks until I can get that mess cleaned up.”

“It’ll be taken care of.”

Her nose wrinkled in an adorable frown. “I’m sorry, what?” She waved her hand. “Never mind. Camden, right?”

“My boss, Kade, actually. He knows a guy who does excellent crime scene cleanup. Yours is a piece of cake. He’ll have it done by the end of the week.”

“Crime scene cleanup,” she echoed, her face pale and eyes wide. “I’m not going to ask.”

“It’s exactly what you think, but it’s legitimate.”

“And my place is a piece of cake because...”

I stared at her, letting her imagination take this one.

“No bloody stuff. Got it.” She sank to the couch. “God. What kind of job do you have that you know that guy?”

I couldn’t help but smile. “I’ve personally only ever had to call him one other time, and that was unavoidable. Drug cartels are nasty business.”

“You worked with a drug cartel?” Her eyes were huge enough to pop out of her head.

“Is that a serious question?”

“Well . . .”

“We were hired by someone who needed professional security while he went to get his son back who had been taken hostage by said cartel. It was supposed to be a simple exchange. Cash for the boy. Things went bad. Cleanup needed.”

Her mouth fell open as she gaped at me.

I huffed out a rough laugh. “Squeamish. Got it.” I spun to head back to my room. “Have a good night, Olivia.”

“Wait.” Something in her voice gave me pause and I turned to find her expression somber. She wasn’t squeamish. She was intrigued. “Got plans today?”

My brows lifted in surprise. “Plans?”

Her cheeks flushed pink, and my eyes drifted down to where she bit her bottom lip. “Well... yeah. The studio’s closed, Lizzie’s gone, and sitting around waiting to hear from my brother is going to drive me nuts, so I thought...”

“You thought?”

She waved the idea away. “Never mind. I’m sure you have things to do. I’ll catch up on some cleaning or maybe binge some Netflix or something. No worries.”

“You’re sure? Did you need me for something?”

Her blush deepened and something deeply primal tightened in my groin. Holy hell, I needed to get it together. “Not a thing.” But her low, strained voice gave her away.

“Right.” I drew out the word. “Well, I’ll just be in my room. If you change your mind.”

She nodded and I turned to make my way to my room, where I grabbed some things for a cold shower to cool my jets. Afterward, I threw on some black joggers and a blue hoodie, then got back to work on my files.

A few hours later, I hadn’t gotten much done because not only did my mind keep wandering to the memory of her pink cheeks and the pull of her full pink lip between her teeth, but I could hear her soft humming as she puttered around the house and smell the scent of something baking.

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