Plush carpet covered the floor, a beautiful chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling, lighted glass cases held various things I assumed cost a fortune, and fine art lined the walls. Scott’s office looked like something I might have expected for a Mafia kingpin. So I opened the door and marched into that office to finalize the terms of my contract. One thought of my mother, and I knew there was no turning back. I turned toward the door, psyching myself up before I lost my nerve and backed out. “I sort of like you, too,” I said under my breath because she was already out of earshot. I saw the way her shoulders curled in and she dabbed at her eyes with her fingertips when she thought I couldn’t see her. She kissed my cheek and said, “Give ’em hell, babe,” before swatting me on the ass and turning to walk away. But remember that I sort of like you and shit.” Dez wasn’t one for the mush, but I knew that was code for I love you. I have to get back to the bar now, before I lose my job and the inside scoop on you. And you know the digits, so you better call me with status reports or I’m coming after you. If he doesn’t, I expect you to send the FBI in here with guns a-blazin’.” You just make sure the jerk that ends up with me follows through on our deal. “Ha! Not likely,” I scoffed, and managed to smile a little before backing out of her safe embrace.
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