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“Because I need the job…and the money,” I said, raising my brows at him.

And it was hard to find a job that would work around my ailment.

“What’s so bad about it?” He asked, pushing his plate away from him.

It was completely empty, and looked almost as if he’d licked the damn thing.

“You really wanna know?” I asked.

He nodded.

“Well, my day started off a little like this: I walked into the building to hear a man say, ‘You’re always looking for a man to sweep you off your feet. Well, let me tell you something, woman!’” I imitated the way the man had sounded. “’Sweeping is your job!’”

And that had been the turning point…the fork in the road, as one would say.

“I knew, as soon as I heard the man say that, that it wasn’t going to be a good case.

“Then he’d gone and proved me right by continuing to manipulate the woman over and over again, forcing her to agree to his edicts, all because he had money and she didn’t,” I sighed, and dropped my head into my hands. “I hate it. But I like it all at the same time. I like seeing my clients win. I like seeing the kids get what they deserve.”

Apple nodded.

“I’m not a full time lumberjack,” he said finally, going back to our earlier topic. “But my dad’s business is his livelihood, and if I’m not there to do it, he can’t pay the bills.”

That made more sense, and I now had a reason for him and his reluctance to speak more on the subject.

He got up and grabbed himself a beer from the cooler, as well as another drink for me.

He handed them both to me as a commotion at the font of the room had me smiling at one of the men’s wives, Tasha, giving Casten, another member, the smack down.

She was a fireball, that was for sure.

“Thank you,” I muttered, reaching for the bottle to twist the lid off.

He took it back out of my hands and twisted the top of effortlessly before handing it back to me without another word.

I thanked him again before taking another sip.

I was going to regret drinking in the morning, that was for sure. But I couldn’t figure my own mind out, and to do that I needed to let go a little bit.

“Are they fighting about goats?” He asked.

I nodded. “She wants some, and he doesn’t.”

“I can tell that,” he muttered. “But don’t they live in the city?”

I nodded. “She saw a video last week about a goat as a house pet. The owners even took them on walks and everything.”

“Interesting,” he said. “I have goats.”

“You do?” I asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, but they’re not pets, that’s for sure.”

I smiled, unable to help myself.

Seeing this big badass in his tight red t-shirt, faded blue jeans that had holes in both the knees, as well as where I guessed his keys were held in his pockets, with his tight leather vest really made me want to laugh.

He was the exact opposite of what I expected him to be when I walked into the clubhouse today.