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“Fine, I’ll keep your secret,” he promised.
“Thank you,” she breathed.
“But if you ever need anyone to talk to about any of this, just let me know. I mean, I already know your secret, so why notconfide in me—you know, if you need to?” Saint asked. He was pushing her into a corner, and she looked like a caged animal.
“That’s not necessary,” she insisted. “I haven’t needed to talk to anyone about my job so far, and like I said earlier, it’s been four years now that I’ve been working here.” She shot him down cold, and he really couldn’t blame her. Juno was a smart girl, and she seemed to know how to protect her ass at all costs.
“Well, the offer stands,” he assured. He waited her out to see if she was going to say anything else, and after what felt like an eternity, he realized that she was finished.
“Can I give you a ride home?” he asked, hoping to end the awkwardness.
“No,” she breathed, “my car is right over there.” She nodded to the sensible four-door sedan that sat alone in the back of the parking lot. She opened the door and started to jump down from the passenger seat. Before she shut the door, she turned and stared him down one last time.
“Remember,” she said, pointing her little finger at him. “You promised to keep my secret. No one else knows, so if you tell someone and it gets around, I’ll know.” She wasn’t very intimidating, but he kept his smile concealed.
“I promise to keep your secret,” he said again. “You have nothing to worry about with me, Juno.” That was the truth too. Dare liked to tell people that Saint was one of the most reliable guys he ever knew. Maybe it was the fact that he had to grow up fast after his parents passed. Raising Dare wasn’t an easy task, but his little brother had built Saint’s patience and his ability to help out when needed. Juno seemed like someone who needed some help, and he wasn’t going to look the other way. He’d keep her secret, even if he wanted to run back to Savage Hell and tell every one of the guys how hot Juno looked dancing up on stage tonight. No, he’d keep that bit of information to himself and pull it from his memory every now and again.
