Page 79 of Daddy's Soul


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Panic flooded her. “I need this job.” He couldn’t fire her.

Could he?

Of course he can.

“Why?” he asked.

Why? Was he for real right now?

“To live. For food and rent and everything else.”

He waved a hand in the air. “I would take care of those things.”

She couldn’t breathe. Why couldn’t she breathe?

She needed this job more than he knew. Sure, he could take care of the day-to-day stuff.

But he couldn’t get rid of all her debts.

What are you thinking? You’re not about to let him take care of anything.

Right. Nope. Uh-huh.

“I . . . can’t . . . breathe.”

Suddenly, he was in front of her. He took her hands in his. God, he was so warm. Leading her to a chair, he helped her sit before crouching in front of her. “Yes, you can. Breathe in. Hold. Now out. And again. In. Hold. Now out. That’s a good girl.”

Gradually, she found herself able to breathe easier again. She stared down at him in shock.

“You’re all right, baby. I know this is overwhelming. I can be a bit overbearing sometimes.”

A bit?

“But I’ve changed my mind.”

Wait? What? No! She hadn’t meant it when she said that she didn’t want this.

“I like you working here. Where I can keep a close eye on you. In fact I think it’s time we made it more permanent. Let the agency know that you’re no longer on their books.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Yes.”

Oh, thank God. Relief flooded her.

“I swear I’m going gray dealing with you every day,” she muttered.

There was a beat of silence.

Oh fuck. She was dead.

This was the reason she shouldn’t have come in this morning. When she was tired, she tended to just say whatever she thought.

Bad, bad idea.

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“Is that so?” he drawled.

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