Chapter 35

“Truth hurts? Look, you need someone to keep you on your toes. Give you a challenge, not place him on a pedestal.” Then he grinned. “Someone like me.” He winked and hopped into his rental, beeping the horn before driving away.

I hated when he was right about things.

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When I finally collapsed into bed an hour later, I lay there, eyes wide open. I didn’t have to work on Sunday—officially—which was good, but that didn’t mean I was in the clear. I could get frantic calls from the assistant manager with problems-that-must-be-fixed. This happened often.