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“I was at the flower shop when everything happened. She’s been with me since. We’re in a safe location.”

At least Greg didn’t take the phone from her. She chose to see that as some sort of consolation.

“She trusts you?”

“Oh, for shit’s sake, Bernie. I’m still here,” she snapped.

Greg pinched her hip again, but she shoved his hand away.

“I do trust him.”

“Okay then. Stay out of the city for another day. I need some time to line things up. You can come back the day after tomorrow.”

“What does that mean exactly?” Greg asked.

“It means I’m getting shit lined up,” Bernie barked through the phone.

Nora sighed. Men and their dick size contests.

“Bernie, why are they pinning this on me? What’s going to happen with the police?” she pressed on.

“I’ll have it all worked out by the time you get home. I’ll meet you at your house, the day after tomorrow, okay, Elenora?” Bernie said.

“My house?”

Bernie rarely left his condo in Milwaukee since he went into retirement. Being in the city made him anxious.

“Yeah. I’m leaving tomorrow morning. I have a few meetings lined up and by the time you get home everything should be worked out.”

“I’m not taking her to her house until you call us and tell us it’s safe. How do we know it’s not just a trap?” Greg asked with a hard tone.

Nora tapped his thigh.

“Bernie wouldn’t let me walk into a trap,” she said before Bernie responded.

“No, he’s right. I’ll call you on this number to let you know it’s safe. But don’t head back until the day after tomorrow. If you come back before I have these meetings, you’ll be walking into a mess,” Bernie said with finality.

“Got it. Thanks, Bernie.” Nora leaned back into Greg. He’d take care of it. He’d take care of everything.

“Yeah. We’ll wait for your call.” Greg didn’t sound as confident as Nora felt. Suspicion underlined his words.

“Good. Take care of her. If anything happens to her, I’m holding you responsible.” Bernie’s protective nature had come out.

“So long as she doesn’t go rogue on me, she’ll be just fine,” Greg said.

Bernie laughed. “Yeah, good luck with that. Elenora’s a little—well, too much like her mother in that regard.”

Her mother?

“Talk to you soon.” Bernie clicked off the call before Nora could formulate her question.

“Not sure how much good that did.” Greg snagged the phone back from her.

“What do you mean? Now we know when this will be done with. He’ll take care of it, and we can go home day after tomorrow.” She got to her feet and clapped her hands together. “And then you can be rid of me.” She forced a grin then headed inside. “I’m going to shower.”

Greg let her go. He was probably celebrating how easily it was going to be to get her gone.

They’d have a day to hang out, fuck a little, then he’d ship her off with Bernie and go on his merry way.

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