Page 21 of Never In My Wildest Dreams
But maybe this was her first test.
Don’t prove me wrong, Slick.
ChapterFive
A familiar songwoke Booker up.
He couldn’t place it, so his brain kept processing. He didn’t listen to pop music, but this one was used all the time on social media reels and commercials.
Whatisit?
But then, the more alarming question hit him:who the hell’ssinging?
He opened his eyes and blinked against the gray light filtering into the freezing cold bedroom.
Ah, right. He wasn’t in his apartment. He was in the cabin.
And that was when it all came rushing back.Whyhe was there.
Marcus had threatened to fire him.
When he remembered his boss’s tone, his chest tightened. That hard, vicious expression was unlike anything Booker had ever seen from his mentor.
At least when dealing with me.
Man, even during his worst years as a teenager, when he and his friends were absolute hellions, his dad had never talked about kicking him out.
See, there you go again.
Marcus isn’t your dad.
You fell for his game.
The sting of humiliation had him flinging back the covers.Sucker.
It was all just business.
That’s all it ever was.
Fuck, it’s cold. A fleeting thought crossed his mind—why did I wear jeans to bed?—before he remembered the hellcat.
The bat she’d slammed onto the mattress, the fierce determination in her eyes.
She’d awakened to a strange man in her bed.
Strangenakedman.
And she hadn’t cowered.
She’d come at him with a bat.
Even though she must’ve been terrified, she’d fought like a warrior. Hopefully, he’d eased her mind enough that she’d fallen asleep. He’d conked out before her, so he didn’t know.
She hadn’t revealed her whole story, but he’d gotten to know her some. Three months was a long time to hide away from the world—no matter what had happened to her. Sure, he felt bad for her, but he also hoped she was singing as she packed.
Because he needed time to himself. First, he had to talk to Ginty. Get the situation worked out before Marcus inserted himself.
Or had his boss already done that? Booker had left town without getting Ginty’s signature. He wouldn’t be surprised to open his phone and see a termination letter from HR.
