Accepting a high-paying job was one thing, but moving into a woman's home was a line I wasn't quite ready to cross. If word got out that Sean Barnes had become some kept man living off a wealthy widow in Creek Estates, I’d never be able to hold my head up in the neighborhood again. More importantly, domestic life with Jennifer would make my "other" extracurricular activities nearly impossible. I was still thinking about Kristina Johnson, still dreaming of the day I could finally humiliate Emma Hopkins and that pathetic excuse for a man, Brady Feyne, for what they’d done to me.
I needed an excuse, and I needed it to be convincing. "I’ve lived in my place a long time, Jen," I said, trying to sound ruggedly independent. "I know every back alley and escape route in that district. Those punks
