Too many rules if I was being honest, but like the simp I was, I followed every single one of them. Until recently at least.
I was shocked when Wes laughed. "Doesn't sound too different from the way Jennie and I started."
"Wait, really?"
Wes never talked to me about his relationship with his wife, and I never thought to ask. I just knew that they met because of his work.
"Yup. We both kept it a secret as long as we could, but life had a way of changing that."
I knew exactly what he meant.
"Well, I'm in the same boat, and now her life is possibly in danger, but she refuses protection from my team."
"So you figured Ghost would be better suited."
"Yeah, kinda. Like I said before, nothing is set in stone. I'm going to try to have my team do it without her noticing."
"Well, if that doesn't work out, then let me know. I'll see what I can do, but you know they operate on their own and don't like being told what to do."
That made me laugh. "Sounds like the woman in my life."
"The similarities are more than you realize," Wes cryptically said before hanging up, and I was left to wonder what he meant by that.
CHAPTER SIX
Jo
God I felt like shit.
I hoped whoever the hell got me sick at work, dies a brutal and long-lasting death.
I felt like death warmed over. I couldn't keep a lick of food down, and despite how much I was sleeping, I still felt tired. It was ridiculous, and I didn't have time for it.
A groan slipped from my lips when I heard my front door open. There was only one person who had a key to my house, and as much as I loved her dearly, I wasn't in the mood for company.
"Oh my, dear. You look terrible."
"Thanks, Grams. That's just what I wanted to hear."
If it wouldn't hurt to roll my eyes, I absolutely would've at the moment.
"I warned you two weeks ago that you weren't looking well and you insisted on working yourself to the bone. Now look what's happened."
The reason I looked like shit two weeks ago had nothing to do with whatever the hell I caught yesterday. It was just my bad luck for using the sick excuse when I wasn't actually sick.
"We've been extra busy these last few weeks. I couldn't leave you high and dry."
I blamed being busy on Maverick and his friends. He didn't think I would notice the fact that they rotated in at every hour during my shift, but I did. There was no reason they needed to eat as much food as they have been. Unless they suddenly didn't care about their bodies and wanted to get fat.
Somehow I didn't think that was the case.
"I could've waited tables. I'm not that old yet."
I sighed. This was a constant argument we had. My grandmother insisted she could work like she was in her thirties rather than her eighties.
"I know you can, but there's no reason you should have to. What happened to wanting to retire someday? Don't you think it's time to think about that again?" I wasn't saying I wanted to take over the diner, but for my grandmother, I would. She practically raised me, and I would do whatever she needed.
Of course Grams waved me off. "Nonsense. I'm too young to retire."
