Page 66 of Twisted Collide

“Where are we going?” I speed up my pace, catching up to her in only a few strides.

“You need to get fitted.”

I furrow my brow. “Fitted for what?”

She stops short, turns to look at me, and then her mouth drops open. “Did you even look at Molly’s spreadsheet? Or Dropbox?”

What’s she going on about? This girl needs to get her expectations in order if she thinks I’m going to spend my time trying to figure out how Molly color-coordinated my life. I shake my head at her. “Why would I do that? That’s your job.”

“And before me? Forget it. You don’t have to tell me; I know, I know. You didn’t look, hence how I got the job.”

Are we really having this conversation right now? In the middle of a damn hallway. Apparently so, by the way she glares at me.

“I had others before you,” I tell her because now I find the need to defend myself to my damn assistant.What is wrong with me?

“And let me guess . . . you never even gave them the sheet.”

My arms find their way across my chest. “Well—”

Hers land on her hips. “You didn’t, did you?”

“No.”

“How did you ever expect them to work out if they didn’t have her sheet?” She looks at me, narrowing her eyes. “Oh my God, you didn’t. Those poor, underpaid temps—you didn’t even give them a fighting chance.”

“I didn’t want them,” I respond.

“You don’t want me either.”

“That’s true.” I shrug, placing my hands in my pockets.

“Then why do you bother with me?”

Isn’t that the question of the month? Because you’re beautiful, funny, and make me smile.Fuck.“I don’t have a choice.”

“Of course you do.” Her eyes challenge me to respond. Dumb move.You won’t like what I’ll say.

“Nope. You’re the coach’s daughter. I’ll never have a choice.” Her face turns pale at my words, and the moment I see it, I regret my words right away. She backs up a step. “Jos . . .”

“Hellfire. Remember.”

She turns her head and continues to walk. “Let’s go. Chop chop. We’re going to be late.”

Two things occur to me.

One: If I want to piss her off, just mention that Coach is her father.

Two: The most shocking, I don’t want to.

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JOSIE

I’msurprised when he follows me. Even more surprised when he doesn’t bitch, moan, or complain.

I expected something to that effect, but nope. There’s nothing.

It’s not that he’s void of emotion, but he seems different. Not friendly or anything, just quiet.

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