return them to her.
“It’s Clay. Last night I told you to get out before ten in the morning, right?”
“I don’t know, why?”
“Zachary is here, wanting his room.”
“We took Zachary’s room?” Adam shoved Veronica’s panties in one jacket pocket and laughed.
“Yeah, but he wants it back. And I still have to send up the cleaning service.”
“Too fucking bad, maybe I’m not done with it yet.”
“Both Zachary and I saw your girl from last night making her escape this morning. She didn’t even wait for the cab I called for her.”
“What? You saw her!”
“Yeah, she ran out into the street barefoot and flagged one down headed in the opposite direction.”
“Was she upset?”
There was a pause on the line for a few seconds. “Is there a reason she would be upset?”
Adam knew that Clay had a strict policy on distressed women. He didn’t like for any of the female persuasion to be troubled and avoided angering them at all costs. He also was known to beat the shit out of anyone caught mistreating any women.
“No. Not any reason that I’m aware of. She just didn’t say anything to us before she left.”
Clay cleared his throat. “She seemed a little embarrassed and rumpled. Said she had to get somewhere, so I called her a cab.”
“Well, what else did you say that made her run into the street?”
“Don’t put this on me. I didn’t say anything to make her run. “
“Did Zachary see her? Did he say something?”
“No. She mistook him for her cabbie. He’s planning to get a new tailor, but otherwise our conversations were innocent. Maybe she had to—I don’t know—go somewhere in a fucking hurry, shit. Now, let’s get back to my initial question. When are you and Johnny leaving?”
Adam put a hand in his pocket and rubbed his fingers over Veronica’s forgotten underwear and smiled. The fact that she wasn’t upset when Clay saw her, but instead embarrassed and rumpled, calmed Adam down but he’d feel better after they spoke to her again.
To Clay, he said, “Don’t get your panties in a wad. We’re leaving right now.”
Chapter Seven
Veronica glanced at the clock on the wall about every two minutes the moment she was in her plastic work cage.
Fear kept her alert.
It seemed patently unfair that the men of her dreams belonged to the same club as the man who wanted to destroy her life and all she knew.
She didn’t know what scared her more, knowing Johnny and Adam might find out about her past and give her location to Zachary Barrett so he could have her arrested, or never seeing either one of them again.
Having them find out about her disgraced past was bad enough. And that fact was likely a given at this point. Would they come to witness the culmination of her disgrace or simply write her off?
The clock ticked away as she waited for the police to show up and take her away. It was an agonizingly slow night. She almost wished for a rush of customers to take her mind off this excruciating wait.
She should have taken another night off, but her boss had been so cranky that she’d taken the night before she didn’t dare anger him.
With the remote possibility of “not” being found out, arrested and exposed, she still needed this job to pay her bills.
If no police cruisers, or Zachary Barratt himself, showed up for her tonight, Veronica planned to stay as far away from Johnny and Adam as possible. She may have escaped discovery this morning, but further contact with them was just asking for trouble.
She didn’t need trouble.
She needed her old life back.
In fact, after last night she desperately wanted her former life to look forward to. If she couldn’t have perfection with Johnny and Adam, she deserved to return to the life she’d worked so hard for.
A flash of headlights swung across the store at a few minutes past midnight. A white van pulled up next to the gas pumps. Damn it. Was that Jerry again?
She watched closely as someone exited the driver’s
“It’s Clay. Last night I told you to get out before ten in the morning, right?”
“I don’t know, why?”
“Zachary is here, wanting his room.”
“We took Zachary’s room?” Adam shoved Veronica’s panties in one jacket pocket and laughed.
“Yeah, but he wants it back. And I still have to send up the cleaning service.”
“Too fucking bad, maybe I’m not done with it yet.”
“Both Zachary and I saw your girl from last night making her escape this morning. She didn’t even wait for the cab I called for her.”
“What? You saw her!”
“Yeah, she ran out into the street barefoot and flagged one down headed in the opposite direction.”
“Was she upset?”
There was a pause on the line for a few seconds. “Is there a reason she would be upset?”
Adam knew that Clay had a strict policy on distressed women. He didn’t like for any of the female persuasion to be troubled and avoided angering them at all costs. He also was known to beat the shit out of anyone caught mistreating any women.
“No. Not any reason that I’m aware of. She just didn’t say anything to us before she left.”
Clay cleared his throat. “She seemed a little embarrassed and rumpled. Said she had to get somewhere, so I called her a cab.”
“Well, what else did you say that made her run into the street?”
“Don’t put this on me. I didn’t say anything to make her run. “
“Did Zachary see her? Did he say something?”
“No. She mistook him for her cabbie. He’s planning to get a new tailor, but otherwise our conversations were innocent. Maybe she had to—I don’t know—go somewhere in a fucking hurry, shit. Now, let’s get back to my initial question. When are you and Johnny leaving?”
Adam put a hand in his pocket and rubbed his fingers over Veronica’s forgotten underwear and smiled. The fact that she wasn’t upset when Clay saw her, but instead embarrassed and rumpled, calmed Adam down but he’d feel better after they spoke to her again.
To Clay, he said, “Don’t get your panties in a wad. We’re leaving right now.”
Chapter Seven
Veronica glanced at the clock on the wall about every two minutes the moment she was in her plastic work cage.
Fear kept her alert.
It seemed patently unfair that the men of her dreams belonged to the same club as the man who wanted to destroy her life and all she knew.
She didn’t know what scared her more, knowing Johnny and Adam might find out about her past and give her location to Zachary Barrett so he could have her arrested, or never seeing either one of them again.
Having them find out about her disgraced past was bad enough. And that fact was likely a given at this point. Would they come to witness the culmination of her disgrace or simply write her off?
The clock ticked away as she waited for the police to show up and take her away. It was an agonizingly slow night. She almost wished for a rush of customers to take her mind off this excruciating wait.
She should have taken another night off, but her boss had been so cranky that she’d taken the night before she didn’t dare anger him.
With the remote possibility of “not” being found out, arrested and exposed, she still needed this job to pay her bills.
If no police cruisers, or Zachary Barratt himself, showed up for her tonight, Veronica planned to stay as far away from Johnny and Adam as possible. She may have escaped discovery this morning, but further contact with them was just asking for trouble.
She didn’t need trouble.
She needed her old life back.
In fact, after last night she desperately wanted her former life to look forward to. If she couldn’t have perfection with Johnny and Adam, she deserved to return to the life she’d worked so hard for.
A flash of headlights swung across the store at a few minutes past midnight. A white van pulled up next to the gas pumps. Damn it. Was that Jerry again?
She watched closely as someone exited the driver’s
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