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“There’s body wash in there,” I said. “But I’m almost out of shampoo.”
“That’s fine,” she said, tying up her blonde waves. “I just washed my hair yesterday and my curls are still good for a day.”
She stepped behind the glass door and stood, her arms wrapped around her body and let the water run down her shoulders.
“You shouldn’t be so mean to Yale,” I said. “He likes you.”
She snorted, scrubbing herself wrathfully with my jasmine body wash.
“He does like you,” I insisted. “He’s smitten.”
Candice pressed her lips together.
“He wants to sleep with me.”
I sobered, thinking about it. “Would that be so bad? I’ll bet he’s pretty good in bed.”
“I’ll bet he’s awful.”
I cocked my head, raising an eyebrow. “Be serious. You know that’s not true.”
Her lips got even thinner. I could see the vengeful gears in her head turning.
“Have you thought about him like that?” I pressed.
She jumped out of the shower and slid the glass door shut, grabbing a towel. “I have to go, Clara, I just really don’t have time to discuss Yale.”
I bit back my words and wandered back into the bedroom as she dried off and pulled on one of my sweat suits. Candice slept over so often she’d probably stolen half my wardrobe at this point.
“Okay, I have to go,” she said, appearing at my side and hugging me briefly. “And I’m literally never drinking again. I feel like shit.”
“Yeah, okay,” I said, watching her disappear into the hall. “Like that’s going to happen.”
CHAPTER FOUR
MERRICK
I’d promised Caden I’d run the training class for the early trainees but I’d have done anything to stay home with Clara. The disappointed slump of her shoulders made me feel even worse.
I’d always fucking hated letting her down.
To her, I knew, I was a different person.
But to the rest of the organization, to the powers that be, I was a man with a fuckload of responsibilities I couldn’t just shirk to have lunch with my ward.
So I did what I’d always done and detached from what I really wanted and forced myself to do what needed done. Sometimes that was easy, but this morning I found myself having to set a timer on my phone just to get anything done.
Shower—ten minutes.
Put on clothes—ten minutes.
Drive to the warehouse—fifteen minutes.
Warm up—twenty minutes.
The warehouse was a huge building we used for training soldiers. The dirty little secret in Providence was that it was a training ground for some of the best soldiers and agents for hire in the United States. Powerful people paid a lot of money to hire my men for whatever discreet task they needed done, be it a simple delivery overseas or a full blown hit.
That, and a side of blackmail, was how I’d kept such a tight grip on the Eastern Seaboard.
