Not so great with lightening my hair, though.
“See, now here’s where it gets interesting.” I was so good at lightening the mood. “He just waltzed into the office and hired me.” His poker face was top notch, but he was not a happy camper shell. I could feel rather than see the darkness slide over him like a cloak. He believes, as do I, that he was abducted as a child. And the adoption agency that supposedly did the paperwork should the Fosters ever have to prove they’d gotten him through legitimate means? He knows that was bogus as well. He knows he’s not the Fosters’ biological son. He stilled but gave no other clue as to his thoughts. He finally met my gaze, his curiosity getting the better of him. “I just want you to know that I already accepted it.” I cleared my throat and straightened my shoulders.
Cut open a vein and hope he still cared enough about me afterwards to apply pressure.
Like third-degree-burn sensitive.īest to get it out in the open. The one that I really should have discussed with him before accepting, not that my PI business was any of his, but it had been a sensitive subject in the past. The one that he was not going to be happy about. Just as I’d decided to jump on the idea – and him – I remembered my latest gig.
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