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My mouth opens wide in shock, and desire slaps me across the face.
She’s not wearing a bra.
“Fuck! Why me!” she swears loudly.
She is using her shirt to attempt to clean up the mess from the container, her motions jerky.
“This has to be good enough.” She’s on her hands and knees now, her breasts bouncing with her exertion.
She’s panicking, this must not be her plan.
“I don’t have time for this!” she shouts into the air, bouncing to her feet and causing me to jump. “I hope he’s not clumsy,” she says while simultaneously slipping.
There is concern mixed with humor as I watch her.
But then she scoops up the upturned container and spins on her heel.
I have .02 seconds to run around the wall until I am on the other side of the road.
“Ugh! Good enough!” she mutters loudly.
My head is around the wall, and I watch a bare-chested Cinnamon throw herself into her car and drive away.
What the actual fuck?
Honk!
“John?” Captain’s voice causes me to jump and spin.
He’s in his car, the window rolled down.
“Whatcha doing out here, kiddo?” he asks, but his lips are turned down, sunglasses mask his eyes, and he has pulled onto the wrong side of the street to get closer to me. “I didn’t think you had been here before.”
“I just—” I swallow the lump in my throat. “There was a topless woman screaming and shouting, I got out to investigate. She just drove away, and I was going to pursue, ensure it’s not a mental health crisis. What are you doing on this side of town?”
His lips twitch, his brow disappears behind his glasses. “I see. You better make sure she’s okay.”
My stomach somersaults a few times before I force a quick, “Yes, sir.”
But before I can move, his hand comes through the window, grabbing my wrist.
He lowers his sunglasses with his other, watching me with an intense gaze. “You promised me five years.”
“I did,” I agree, not sure where this is going.
“Good.” He releases my arm. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Kale.”
I take the escape, bee-lining to my car and coming to a stark realization.
I hoped she wouldn’t be here. That this wouldn’t be the same Scotch. That it had to be some cosmic mistake.
But they are one and the same.
He’s corrupt.
My father never let me go, he just gave me a longer leash.
It is that thought that propels me to pull out my phone.
