I have to cut this letter short. I have a job interview. I’m nervous. Been out of the workforce for a few years and don’t know exactly how I fit in anymore. That pretty much sums up how I feel about everything lately. But we should always do things that scare us, right? So, wish me luck!
Write when you can. I love getting your letters. And have you given any more thought to sending me the list? No pressure. I was just wondering. And, hoping. I’m totally okay with whatever you decide.
Hope to hear from you soon!
Addison
Cleo wiped the tears from her eyes, sniffled, and read the letter again. And again. There were few things that gave her comfort and an unexplainable connection to her brother.
This was one of them.
Cleo was tempted to read it again, but the sudden knock on her door had her shoving the letter under her covers. She wasn’t necessarily hiding it, but it was one of few things that was all hers. She patted down the comforter and rushed to the door. When she opened it, Cleo expected to see a prospect, knowing most of the members were on a run.
Nothing surprised her more than to see Ace standing in the hall. This was a first. Usually if he wanted to talk to her, he sent her a text, and she’d have to go to him.
“Hi.”
Things were still a bit awkward since her Poker Night Caper two days ago. Thankfully, most of the members including Wraith left for a run the next morning. She was spared from making her rounds of an apology tour, starting with him.
Ace scanned her face, furrowing his brows. “Why are you crying?”
Uh-oh! Cleo nervously wiped her cheeks with the back of her hands. Her skin was still moist and her lashes damp. She hadn’t even considered what her eyes might look like when she answered the door.
“What’s wrong?” His tone was suspicious.
“Oh” —She forced a laugh— “I was looking at something on my phone.”
“What?”
Oh, come on, Ace, do you even care?Apparently, he did. He folded his arms, waiting. Cleo was quick to think of the last sad thing she saw. She snapped her fingers.
“A dog being reunited with its owner after four years. It was very heartwarming.”
Ace stared back at her, giving no indication he believed her. But Cleo was quick to change the subject.
“Do you need something?” She asked.
“Yeah, the name of Reyna’s client you were supposed to meet up with.”
She raised her brows, caught off guard by the question. She would have thought he’d ask Reyna. But she wasn’t going to argue. She was in enough trouble with the club.
“Evan. But I don’t know his last name.”
Ace scanned her face, nodding. “Alright. Need you to help out downstairs.”
“Sure.”
“Take an inventory of all the bars. Liquor, beer, kegs, everything.”
Cleo flattened her lips. She wasn’t opposed to the job, but that was usually managed by the prospects.
“The prospects won’t mind?”
He arched his brow. “If they have a problem, they can come see me.”
She smiled. “Okay. I’ll start now. I probably won’t finish by the time I leave for the motel, but I can…”
“No.” Ace said. “This is priority. I need it done, so you won’t be working tonight.”
