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“You weren’t charged with anything, right?” he confirmed.

“No.”

“And what about the tourist you were driving around?”

I shrugged. “She went back to her parents, as far as I know.”

He studied me, picking up on something in my voice.

“Did something happen?” he asked. “Besides the wrongful arrest?”

“We, uh, Blair and I got pretty close to each other on the trip.”

“Close how?”

“Close the way you and Elana are close,” I said pointedly.

My father winced. He’d never liked thinking of his daughter having a sex life. And now that I’d caught him with his girlfriend, I understood exactly how he felt.

“Obviously it’s over between us now, it was just a vacation thing, but it… well, it will take me a while to get over it I think.”

His gaze turned sympathetic. “I’m sorry.”

I stood up, suddenly desperate to get home. “I’ll be fine. I need to be in my own bed and get some sleep, then I’ll feel better about everything.”

“I’ll call you later.”

He got up and pulled me into a tight hug that made tears prick against my eyes before I pulled away.

“Don’t worry about me, Pops. You and Elana enjoy your weekend. I’ll see you at work Monday, okay?”

“Okay, but call me if you want to talk.”

“I will.”

But first I need to bleach my eyes, I added silently.

When I got back to my apartment I felt out of sorts. I’d only had a few hours of sleep last night and between that and the trauma of getting arrested I was exhausted, but I was too keyed up to sleep. I’d never been much of a napper. I put on some workout clothes and headed to the gym, beating the hell out of a punching bag until my arms and shoulders ached, then ran three miles on the treadmill.

By the time I finished my workout everything hurt, but I was feeling a lot less stressed. Wanting to keep myself distracted, I cleaned the apartment, changing the sheets, washing the floors, cleaning the bathroom, and vacuuming. Then I took a long, hot shower, put on some comfortable sweats, and ordered hot wings, fries, and ice cream from Uber Eats.

I’d go back to eating healthy tomorrow.

I was half asleep and in a carb coma when my phone dinged with a text a few minutes after nine p.m. Somehow I knew before I even picked up the phone that the text would be from Blair.

Blair: Hi. How are you? Did you get back to Seattle OK?

Jenny: Yes thank you. The company will send you an itemized bill for the trip. Thank you for your business.

It was bitchy and I knew it, but I also knew Blair was about to give me the old ‘that was fun but let’s be friends’ speech and I wanted to beat her to the punch.

Blair: Can I see you again?

Jenny: I don’t think that’s a good idea.

Blair: Why? I thought we had fun on our trip.

Jenny: We did have fun, at least until I was arrested and dragged through a hotel lobby wearing only a tank top and underwear.