Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 86158 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86158 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I couldn’t really complain though. I was pretty sure that Casper was the one who’d convinced Harry to hire me. Construction jobs weren’t hard to get, but my felony record made things a bit tricky. I was grateful for the opportunity, and Harry was a good guy. I liked working for him. He didn’t put up with any bullshit, but he was decent and he spelled out exactly what he expected from you so there weren’t any misunderstandings. I appreciated that.
When I got home Kara and Draco were in the kitchen, a pile of books and random papers spread out all over the table.
“Hey, Bishop,” Kara said happily. “I’m glad you’re home.”
I stopped on my way to the fridge. “Why’s that?”
“Because she’s been wantin’ to take a break for an hour,” Draco said dryly, stretching his arms above his head.
“School’s goin’ well, huh?” I joked.
“It’s fine,” Kara said, pushing her fingers through her hair. “I’m just tired. I have to get all this done because I have to work early tomorrow before class.”
“You workin’ with Charlie in the mornin’?” I asked, finishing my walk to the fridge.
“I’m always working with Charlie,” Kara said, rolling her eyes. “Everyone’s always working with Charlie. She’s always there. I can’t believe she took the weekend off.”
“She surprised me,” Draco said. “I figured she’d be checkin’ in all weekend, but I didn’t notice her doin’ it.”
“Tough bein’ the boss,” I said, taking a drink of my soda.
“It’s beyond that,” Kara replied, leaning forward like she was grateful someone else had brought the subject up. “She’s always there. She’s always working. It’s like she never takes a break or lets anyone else take the shifts.”
“She always been like that?” I asked curiously. “She takes shit pretty serious when she’s focused—”
“She’s never been like that,” Draco said with a huff. “Yeah, she takes shit seriously when she gets her mind set on somethin’.” He shook his head. “But she’s about the last person I’d expect to work nonstop. The girl used to finish her homework in class so she wouldn’t have it at home and she could fuck around whenever she wanted.”
“Work to live, Kara,” Kara mimicked. “Don’t live to work.”
“It probably hits different when you’re in charge,” I said. It almost felt like I was defending her—which was stupid since Draco and Kara were a couple of her best friends in the entire world. I felt protective but mixed in with that was a little concern. Charlie seemed to be burning the candle at both ends.
We all startled when the front door slammed.
“Beauregard Augustus Bishop!” Charlie yelled. “Where the fuck are you?”
“Oh, shit,” Draco muttered, getting to his feet. “You wanna run out the back, we’ll tell her we never saw you.”
“Why the fuck would I do that?” I asked, staring at him.
“Bishop,” Charlie yelled again. We could hear her stomping toward us.
She stepped into the kitchen and I knew exactly why Draco had given me the option to run. Charlie was furious. Her hair was a tangled mess, her jaw was tight, and her hands were hanging in fists at her sides. She looked ready to deck me.
“What’s up, Charles?” Kara asked easily, still sitting at the table.
“Did you go to my dad today?” Charlie yelled, pointing at me. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”
“I—”
“You know what,” she said, still yelling. “Don’t answer that. I already know you did, you little rat fink.”
“Did she just call him a rat fink?” Draco asked Kara, trying to hold back a laugh.
“I’m at work all day—”
“Apparently, spilling your guts to my dad,” Charlie said, cutting me off. “Did you also tell him about the sex we had while you two were braiding each other’s hair?”
“Ooh, burn,” Kara said quietly, grimacing.
“Someone needed to know about it,” I replied, glancing at Draco, who all of a sudden seemed very interested in the conversation.
“I told you that in bed,” Charlie snapped. “In confidence—or at least I thought it was. How dare you go to my dad.”
“I didn’t know it was a damn secret,” I replied. Suddenly, I wasn’t feeling confused or defensive. I was starting to get angry too. Who just came in yelling at someone without asking about the situation? I didn’t deserve that shit.
“What the hell is she talkin’ about?” Draco asked.
Charlie stared at me, daring me to reply.
“That cop who was messin’ with Kara is going to the coffee cart a couple times a day, every day.”
“The fuck he is,” Draco spat.
“Not every day,” Kara said, turning to look at us. “He doesn’t go when I’m there.”
“He knows better,” Charlie replied.
“But he doesn’t know better than to stay away from you,” I pointed out through my teeth.
“And you thought you needed to clarify that?” Charlie asked, letting out a derisive laugh. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”