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Tatum stood and tipped her head to the side. “Maybe you guys could go on a double date with me and Murphy.”

Yeah, that was not likely to happen. From the way Creed had made it sound, we were going to have to lay it on thick. I didn’t think I would be able to do that in front of Tatum. “Raincheck,” I sighed.

The bell above the door dinged.

Tatum rolled her eyes. “Darn it. I better go see if I can sell some books today. It’s been pretty dead.”

I flitted my fingers at her. “Yup, earn that paycheck.”

I sat back in my chair and sighed. I really hadn’t decided what I was going to do next.

One instant, I was ready to tell Creed about Candace, and then the next second, I was terrified that Candace would somehow find out I had told Creed, and I would be dead.

I had yet to figure out how she would know what I was up to without being around me, but something told me Candace had a reach that I didn’t comprehend.

My phone buzzed, and I picked it up to see a text from an unknown number.

I see you’ve been keeping company with Creed. Good girl. I’ll be in touch.

I dropped my phone and scrambled back as if it had bitten me.

How on earth did Candace know about Creed? How was she watching me, but yet Creed and the Banachis could not find her?

If she could keep such a close eye on me, then why couldn’t she just get her information about the Banachis herself? It wasn’t as if Creed was going to tell me all of the Banachis secrets.

I had to tell Creed what was going on.

But then what if Candace found out I had told him?

She was watching me. Hell, maybe she was somehow listening to me.

I looked around my office. Had she somehow managed to bug my office or the bookstore and had heard me talking to Creed or Tatum?

Anything was possible.

And if she was watching me, I couldn’t very well go rushing off to Creed right after she texted me.

I glanced at my phone. Maybe she was somehow listening to me through that.

I felt like some quack conspiracy theorist.

All I needed was a tin foil hat.

Candace was watching, and I had to be very careful of my next move.

Chapter Ten

Creed

The view wasn’t as good when Jada wasn’t enjoying the sunset on the patio.

I leaned against the open doorframe on the patio and sipped on my almost-gone whiskey. I had resisted the urge to make my way to the bookstore and instead came home.

Jada had asked for time; it had barely been twenty-four hours since I had sprung my plan to her.

I drained the last of my whiskey and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

I just hoped she didn’t take too much longer.

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