Chapter Eight
Her indignant gasp is almost enough to make me laugh — if her safety wasn’t on the line.
“Just so I’m clear. First, I couldn’t work here because we’ve f****d. Now I can’t work here if I’m not your girlfriend? You’re insane. Has anybody told you that?”
I nod, completely at home with my hypocrisy. “Every day.”
“And you don’t feel the need to be, er… consistent with your rules?”
“My business, my rules.”
“Rules are s**t if you’re not consistent.”
“My rules change based on circumstances. And… thanks to Vince, we have an unusual set of circumstances to deal with. So take it or leave it. You can stay here and pretend to be my girlfriend, or you can go back to the temp agency.”
I swear a look of sheer panic flickers across her face, but it happens so fast, I can’t be sure, be
