Page 482 of Dark Love

Vex made me safe then, and he’s keeping me safe now.

“What do you think our lives would be like if we met each other as kids?” We could have dated all through high school and been that couple that everyone was jealous of. Vex might never have gotten his monicker.

“I’m glad we didn’t.”

There’s a resolute sadness in his voice. What happened when you were a child? Now isn’t the time to ask, but hopefully soon he’ll trust me enough to share. Will I ever be ready to share mine with him?

No.

Wednesday At Three

Vex

How can I go about getting cameras into Dahl’s office? Wait, I don’t know where she even works. Every morning, like clockwork, a car arrives to take her to work and the same car seems to drop her off every night. She has to be an executive somewhere to afford a service like that.

She’s organized enough to run a big company.

But would she be able to make a subordinate shake at the thought of her wrath? Unlikely. Dahlia is probably one of those progressive bosses that everyone loves and worships… No man can worship her but me.

She’s mine.

Before I realize what I’ve done, I’ve dialed Payne.

“What?”

That’s my perpetually cheerful friend. “Where does Dahlia work?”

“Is everything alright?” Payne whispers, “Don’t worry, Immy.”

Immy? Immy? This isn’t good. “Everything is fine. Just tell me where she works.”

“Do you want to break the cone of silence?”

I want to break down every wall between Dahlia and myself.

But getting to know her has been an enjoyable adventure.

“That’s an awfully long pause.”

“Why can’t this relationship thing be easy?” I lean back in my office chair and stare up at the ceiling. Like it’s going to have the answer I need.

“Anything this important is worth fighting for.”

Payne’s right, and I hate it. “What if someone is hitting on her at work right now? Dahlia is so sweet. She wouldn’t know how to fend off any unwanted advances.”

Imogene snorts. “Prue, too delicate. I’ve known her for all of one evening and I know she’d do whatever she needed to get rid of a guy. That’s how you two met, isn’t it?”

Why is Imogene even part of this conversation? “Her boss brought her soup.”

“Ahh. You’re jealous. Let me ask you, do you trust her?”

My gut says yes, but my mind fights trusting someone that I barely know. “She isn’t the issue.”

“She’s the only issue. You either trust her or you don’t.”

That woman is irritating. “What if I wanted to send her flowers or something?”

“Is that why you wanted the address?”

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