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He knows I have a boyfriend in town, too?

“The CIA could follow lessons on spying from the grapevine in this town,” I mutter.

“Tell you what. Why don’t you come in a few days a week for a few hours? I can get a handle on your skills and you can earn a bit of cash.”

I wouldn’t sneeze at a bit of extra cash. The sixty-eight dollars in my checking account is going to be wiped out by dinner tonight with Gibson. And I refuse to ask Uncle Mercury for money. I am not a leech. I am not my mom.

“It’s a deal.” We shake on it and I let him get back to his work.

I smile as I switch on the Charger’s engine. I have a job. Maybe I will stay in town a bit longer. I’m not exactly in a hurry to get back to Kansas City where Mom and Zeke are. I could do without seeing either one of them for the rest of my life.

Gibson, on the other hand? I could stare into those light brown eyes for a while. Maybe tug on his hair or lick his tats. My body warms as I imagine exploring all of the many tats Gibson sports.

Whoa. Hold on. Gibson and I aren’t really dating. It’s a ruse to force my uncle into moving into a nursing home. Nothing more.

Nonetheless, anticipation hums in my blood as I drive back to Mercury’s house. I haven’t been on a real date in a long time. Picking up takeout Zeke devoured before I had the chance to sit down does not spell date.

I have a feeling Gibson has something else planned for tonight. I can’t wait.

Chapter 10

Trouble – can be good or bad but is always fun either way

Mercy

I stare out the window as I wait for Gibson to arrive. I check my watch. It’s a few minutes past six. Is he standing me up? Is he always late? Does he think punctuality is for losers?

A golf cart turns into the driveway and I rush to the front door.

“Where are you going?”

Mercury’s question has me whirling around.

“I told you. I have a date.”

He glowers. “Your young man will come inside to pick you up. You don’t go running out the second he arrives.”

Is he worried I appear eager? I’m not eager. This isn’t a real date.

Except I’m tapping my toes and inching toward the door. Shit. I am eager. I want to see Gibson.

Hold your horsepower, Mercy. This is fake, remember? And I’m on a break from men. Because I can’t make good decisions when it comes to them.

“A man should treat a woman properly by coming to the door to pick her up,” Mercury says.

I giggle. My uncle doesn’t live in the now.

“Men don’t come to the door anymore.”

He harrumphs. “They should. Having manners isn’t old-fashioned.”

He’s got me there.

Knock! Knock!

Apparently while I’ve been getting a lecture on manners, Gibson has arrived. I inhale a deep breath and force myself to stroll to the door. I am not eager to lay my eyes on the rockstar’s gorgeous face. Not this girl.

“Hi,” Gibson smiles and my body immediately leans toward him. The stubble on his chin is now a beard. I want to run my nails over it and watch how he responds.

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