Page 38 of Passion at the Lake


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“It comes with a condition.”

“Okay,” I answered tentatively. “What’s the job?”

“You have to promise to stay until a replacement is found.”

“Fine.” At this point I’d agree to almost anything.

He watched me silently.

It took me a second to catch up. “I promise.”

“Okay, then,” he agreed. That hint of a smile bloomed into a grin. “You start tonight.” He checked his watch. “We leave in half an hour.”

“Tonight?” I regretted the question as soon as it came out.Agreeable.Be agreeable to anything and everything, I told myself.

“If it’s too inconvenient for you, we can forget it, and you can go back to your boyfriend,” he snapped.

Of course he smiled, as he thought he’d confirmed that I was the bratty little rich girl he somehow believed I was. Grace must have told him I’d left Kevin.

“No. It’s great. I’m grateful, just surprised that you found me something so quickly.”

He gritted his teeth. I’d scored a point by not taking the out he’d offered.

He opened the door and guided me through. “Right. See you downstairs in half an hour.”

“What is this job?”

“Half an hour,” he repeated. “What do you know about septic tanks?”

I could see it now.

“What do we do first?” I ask.

Smelly guy named Bubba scratches his beer belly: “Well, little lady, ya put one end of that big hose in the tank and ya suck on the other end to get the flow started.” Then Bubba laughs his fool head off. “You do know how to suck now, don’t ya?”

It would be just like Boone to go out of his way to find me the most disgusting job on the planet. But it didn’t change a thing. I’d promised Grace I wouldn’t screw this up.

“Half an hour,” I called back. I’d be damned if I’d allow his mistreatment to get to me. World, watch me be the best employee anyone has ever seen. Even if my boss ends up being Bubba.

But why did the people who pumped septic tanks work at night? Too embarrassed to have their neighbors see what they did for a living?

CHAPTER9

Boone

“I’ll drive,”I told Angela as I opened the truck’s door.

With a shrug, she climbed in the other side and buckled up. “A septic service? Really?”

I didn’t deny it. “You said you’d take anything, and this is what I found. Somebody has to do it.”

She turned toward the window, wringing her hands. “Okay.”

When I looked over, I didn’t mean to ogle her tits, but I wasn’t a damned saint. The way my pulse quickened proved that. The glasses didn’t fool me. Behind them was a girl whose kisses behind the bleachers had once sparked a raging inferno of desire in me. I could have been her first, but I’d thrown away that chance. How many boys had she fucked since then? It was a rotten question. Why did my dick have to harden as I asked myself that?

It wasn’t fucking fair that my body wouldn’t listen to my brain. I knew better than to want her again.Fool me once, the saying went. I didn’t need to be fooled a second time to prove she was a mistake of epic proportions.

She was also an example of how you couldn’t judge someone by their looks. I knew what evil lurked below the pretty surface. Time to get back on the right mental track.

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