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I threw up a middle finger before realizing I wasn’t on Facetime and he couldn’t see me. “Just so you know, I told Walker you were cool. I’m going to have to go back and tell him otherwise now…just because you tried to Mr. Miyagi me.”
“Do you want my help or not?”
“Yes, I need your help! That’s why I fucking called!”
“Then call me Mr. Miyagi.”
I stared at my phone in disbelief.
“Is this real life? Am I being punked?”
“Final offer.”
“Uggggh. Fine. Can you help me, Mr. Miyagi?”
“I thought you would never ask,” Lincoln said calmly, only laughing after I growled at him.
"Okay, so my idea is a little unconventional."
“You…unconventional. The guy who just casually threw out tying someone to a bed to stop them from leaving you...I would have never guessed.”
“I can neither confirm nor deny.”
"Focus. Unconventional. I’m here for it.”
"I've got a guy who can make Clark's flight plans go haywire, putting him on the no-fly list for at least a while."
“Lincoln, honey bear, I could kiss you!” I said excitedly.
"I do what I can," Lincoln said, and I could practically see the sly grin on his face.
We said goodbye so he could get Clark grounded, and I sat back in my seat in satisfaction that at least that little nuisance would be delayed.
I was also thinking it was way past time for Blake to move in. With her having her own place, I couldn’t control who she saw. If she was at my place, in a gated community, Clark wasn’t getting in to see her.
* * *
Yes, I could have just asked Blake to move in with me.
But that would have been a failure.
And I didn’t set myself up to fail.
Despite the progress we were making every day, she was still scared. Scared this wasn’t real, or about something else. But she was still scared.
Hence why I was now plotting like a James Bond villain to get her out of her apartment.
I’d recently gotten the background check about her roommate, Charlotte. A girl, it turned out, who had a mean streak a mile long judging by the complaints against her for bullying all throughout childhood. She also happened to have a penchant for gambling, a drug problem, and lots and lots of credit card debt. All good things to have when I needed her cooperation.
Through my assistant, I’d hired Charlotte to “force” Blake out. It was a little scary that she hadn’t even asked questions like why…but debt and drug dealers breathing down your neck could do that to you. She was supposed to be channeling her inner wrecking ball, creating enough destruction for Blake to want to move out…immediately.
I could have burned down the whole building or had it condemned, but there was a cute gray haired lady who lived across from Blake. And I just couldn’t do that to her. I was a simp for grandmas.
Or at least I wasn’t going to attempt one of those until this didn’t work.
The idea was that Charlotte would throw some clothes around, steal some stuff, throw a rager—in general make it look like a category-five tornado hit the place.
Foolproof.
