Denver’s brows lifted in challenge.
“She’s under my skin,” I said eventually. “All this shit went down with her and her family. I’m not privy to all of it, but I know that they had something to do with her mother’s death. I know that there were a ton of fucking misunderstandings. And I know that ‘father’ figure over there was supposed to have her back and didn’t. So I’m a little on edge. It pisses me way the fuck off when I see them out without her.”
Denver grinned. “You like her.”
“I shouldn’t,” I countered.
He shrugged. “We don’t always get what we want.”
Eleven
Undiagnosed, but something ain’t right.
—Birdee’s secret thoughts
Birdee
I was now gainfully employed with Great Dane Pet Food company, and the big boss was showing me around the huge warehouse where the food was prepared.
I was very impressed with the procedures and felt that this would be a great fit for me.
Though, I was happy that I would be based out of the original location.
There was nothing against Georgia or anything, but it wasn’t my home.
“What do you think?” Chris Gates asked.
“I think that you’ve done a lot of good here,” I said as I pointed at the dog on the wall. “For him, right?”
“That’s Curt.” Chris smiled. “He’s not with us anymore. But his legacy lives on.”
“He was gorgeous, Chris.” I continued to stare. “I love that photo, too.”
It was of a massive Great Dane sitting on a couch, huge front paws firmly planted on the floor, with a TV tray of dog food in front of him.
“He was a goof.” Chris jerked his head. “Come on, I’ll walk you back to your hotel.”
My hotel.
My belly started to tingle in anticipation.
“It’s a beautiful hotel,” I said as we began to walk.
He hummed. “My good friend owns it. That’s why we moved the production line here. Huge factory beside a huge hotel that my friend owned seemed like a no-brainer.”
We talked some more until we reached the hotel, then he held out his hand for me to shake. “I’m excited to get to work with you, Ms. Calvert.”
“I am too.” I smiled.
He nodded and left, leaving me with a full day ahead of me.
I knew exactly how I was going to spend it…
Twelve
I fully intend to haunt people when I die. I have a list.
—Birdee to Creed
