After our kiss, I returned to my second home, my office. Things seemed peaceful. Everyone was busy and miss Ava for a change wasn’t frantically walking outside of cabin. I had already texted her yesterday I would be late.
I greeted her with a silent nod and entered my cabin. My table was empty, no pending work. I texted Addy.
ME: I GOT THIS AS A GIFT.
I attached a photo of my new Chanel bag.
ADDY: FROM YOUR NO-STRINGS-ATTACHED-GRUMPILY-LOOKING-BOYFRIEND?
ME: YES. AND HE IS NOT MY BOYFREIND!
ADDY: I GOT THIS FROM HENRY.
He attached a photo of his neck with a hickey.
ME: UH…
ADDY: BTW, I DID A BACKGROUND CHECK ON YOUR MAN. HE LOOKS CLEAN ON PAPER.
ME: BUT..
ADDY: I THINK ITS ALL FABRICATED. NO ONE CAN BE THIS CLEAN.
ME: DO YOU THINK HE IS A THREAT?
ADDY: NOT NOW, BUT I’LL KEEP Y
