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Chapter Nine: Blackmailing is hard work…
That jerkhole needed to take me seriously.
Which in hindsight would have been communicated better if I hadn’t been attempting to run in heels, with a huge tote bag thumping against my thighs, and my wallet still out, pennies dropping and pinging off the concrete sidewalk with each hurried step.
“Warden!” I shouted at top volume, but it came out a little breathy and a lot quieter than I intended. I wasn’t a runner, sue me.
Bain spun on his heel a lot quicker than I anticipated, which was how I ended up face planting into a broad chest that smelled of fir trees and Christmas. I pinged off faster than I’d ever moved in my life. He held his coffee out to the side, the precious beverage spilling over the side and onto the walkway.
“Shit!” He stepped to the side and put the cup down on one of the outdoor tables and flung his hand out.
I winced. That coffee had to have been scalding hot. It appeared I burned Bain Sutter in more ways than one. I stifled the giggle as I remained positive now was not the time for hilarity.
“What do you need, Miss Eureka,” he ground out.
I swooped a few strands of hair back behind my ear that had fallen out of my low ponytail on impact. My skin felt like I had an electrical current running under it. I glanced around but didn’t see a goat or a cat. Hmm. This was getting weird. Maybe I was coming down with something.