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“More than a few,” I admit.
“Isn’t he your number one client in town?” Levi asks.
“Not anymore. I returned his fees and told him to find a new attorney.”
Levi looks at Dad. “You charging her?”
“Pennies. I’m trying to move her into the suite starting next week, but she’s fighting me on it.”
“Does Pepper know?”
“No.” We both answer that one.
Tessa returns with a platter of a burger and fries, setting it in front of my nephew. “Here you go, hun. Made those extra crispy for you.” She winks and ruffles Jackson's hair.
His eyes are wide and hungry. “Thanks, Tessa.”
She moves to us. “And what’s Grumpy and Grumpier having this fine afternoon?”
“I’ll get my usual myself,” Levi grumbles.
“Sorry, I took grumpy with a side of asshole off the menu last week.” She cocks her head and grins. “Can I interest you in a smile and a lesson on manners instead?”
Dad chuckles. “Don’t bother, he's allergic.”
A smirk touches my lips as Tessa moves to stand across Jackson, stealing a fry and leaning in like she’s sharing a secret with him.
“Isn’t it about time she skip town or gets fired or something?”
I backhand his forearm. “Keep your voice down, she might hear you.”
“The fuck are they whispering about, anyway?”
“How much of a dick you are?”
Levi glances at his kid. “Traitor.”
10
Ifiddle with the key as I try for the third time to get into my room at the Inn. Exhaustion and frustration bearing down on my shoulders. The day has been long, and all I want is a few minutes of peace. I’m weak and sleepy. My body is cold despite the Spring weather.
And my feet are on fire.
I never realized how flimsy my purple slippers were until I wore them out all day. Being a naturally fast walker, they kept folding and sliding off in every direction, causing me to scrape my bare feet on the concrete, and the rough carpet at the library.
That’s where I went after racing out of the lobby bar this morning—the library.
Thankfully, Em let me make up the hours I missed this week. I would have stayed regardless, doing wedding research or something. But this way, at least I was paid to be there.
The lock finally turns, and the doorknob loosens. “Yes,” I whisper, pushing it open and stepping into the dimly lit room.
I freeze at the threshold.
Sitting on the edge of my bed, looking irritable as ever, is my ex.
His strong jawline is extra tight and his piercing blue eyes are particularly icy this evening.
“Looks like I’ve hit the jackpot on how many times I can piss you off in one day.” I shut the door behind me.
