Page 29 of Trust Me

Finally, he met my eyes. His were like milk chocolate, dark and molten. “That wasn’t an answer.”

“Not that well,” I admitted. Before he could respond, I dug my fingers into his skin a little. “He’s a good guy. I’d never put myself in a bad position.”

After a few seconds, he nodded. “You don’t like living alone. I get it. I just wish you would’ve told me.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I was trying . . .” Rubbing the back of my neck, I breathed a laugh. “I was trying to be an adult about the whole thing.”

“Adults still talk to their friends about things.”

“You’re right. Maybe I’ll figure it out eventually.”

“A day at a time.”

I got to my feet and slipped my phone into my pocket. Remi followed me to the door, still looking like he had a million things to say. One thing I knew about him was that he wouldn’t hold his tongue, but he couldn’t be coaxed into saying something before he was ready.

“Oh.” I turned around, and he raised his brows, waiting for me to go on. “Are you actually wanting to fill a position at the bar?”

“Yeah, I want to open on Thursdays, and it’d help to have an extra pair of hands on the weekends.”

“Sweet deal. You take referrals? I’ve got the perfect candidate.”

He looked skeptical until I flashed him a grin. Even though he shook his head, he was smiling. “Who is it?”

“Dean.”

His smile faltered, but he didn’t let it fall entirely. “Ah. I have a better idea. You could take it.”

My nose wrinkled. “I would hate working at a bar. My job is perfect.”

“The tips are good.”

“Even better for him. You see the guy’s physique? I’m sure he could use the grocery money.”

“Oli . . .”

“Come on. For me?” I stuck my lip out and put on my best puppy dog eyes.

“Damnit. Why do you have to drag me into your good Samaritan shit?”

“It’s chicken soup for the soul.”

“Too bad I don’t have one.”

Narrowing my eyes, I fixed him with a stern look. “You’re not dead inside. Stop trying to be.”

A mischievous smile appeared on his lips. “Dead men tell no tales.”

“They also feel no pain.” Tapping my fist on his chest, I glanced at the rune on his necklace and softened my expression. “You’ll never stop protecting me, and I’ll never stop reminding you that you’re alive. It’s the way of the world, Rem.”

He let out a breath and nodded. “Fine. I’ll give him a trial run, but I’m not going easy on him.”

“I think he’d hate it if you did. You’re the best.”

“Mhm.”

At the door, I blew him a kiss, earning a scowl. I twirled my keys around my finger while I walked to my car, feeling lighter now that I had good news to deliver.

When I sat down, I pulled out my phone again.