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“He told me that his parents were killed in a car crash, but he never mentioned much else about his early life. I just assumed that he’d been from a poor home like we lived in during foster care. It made sense because he was always looking for money. We just lived our lives in the here and now. To focus on the past was dangerous because then we’d long for what could have been.”

It amazed me at how easily I was disclosing facts about myself and my relationship to Andy. I always held that information close to the chest.

“Although, for me, my parents died when I was a baby, so I’ve never known anything else but being raised in foster care. There was only the future, and Andy was the only family I had. Hope wasn’t an option.”

Silence filled the car.

“Hmm, well, that does explain a few things to me, but I’d certainly like to know more about Andrew from those years in foster care.” Rossi straightened a little in the seat.

It felt like he was pouting because I didn’t have some kind of nefarious relationship with Andy for him to dislike or disagree with.

“The only thing I hid from either one of you was my relationship with Andy because I thought you’d killed him. Everything else has been true.” I held up my fingers in the boy scout of honor thing. Even though I wasn’t one, I still was being super honest and honorable. Rossi didn’t have to like it, but it was the truth.

He simply grunted and continued to drive us to the condo.

Once there, I went straight to the bathroom and stripped my clothes off.

The first thing I was doing was to get clean. I could focus on what the next step was after all the dirt and grime were off my body.

In fresh clothes, I felt a million times better. There was no time like the present to find out if he was going to honor his word of a truce or if he still wanted to be completely in charge.

He was waiting in the bedroom. When I walked out of the bathroom, he motioned to the edge of the bed for me to take a seat.

“Would you do me the honor of sharing my bed?” He could still sense my hesitation at his question.

“I have never had any of my other contracts sleep with me. They’ve always stayed in the extra room or the basement.”

Sex with him helped me to feel cared for in an unusual way, I still wasn’t sure that I could trust him. That was shattered, and I honestly couldn’t say if it could be rebuilt. But I was willing to consider it.

It was a sign of trust for him to offer me a spot in his bed with him.

I knew that it was a gift. One that took a lot for him to give.

I really wanted to find a way to accept him, but I still wasn’t sure.

“Here, this might help with your decision.” He held out the contract that I’d signed and tore it in half.

“We’ll have you sign an NDA and a normal assistant contract when we get to the office tomorrow. For now, I’m trusting you in a way I’ve never trusted anyone before. No more games”

Deep down, what he said was true, I believed that. Though I’d believe no more games when I saw it.

At my small nod, he pulled me into his arms and I was cherished. His hold was protective and caring. We fell asleep, cuddled together.

It was weird to fall asleep next to someone. It had only ever happened with him.

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The next morning, after a restful night's sleep, we both pulled out our computers and began to work out some of the details on how to find Andrew’s girlfriend.

One of the fastest ways to get all the information that we needed was to go see Ingrid and let her know that I was alive.

As of right now, what mattered most was finding Andy’s killer and if he happened to scratch an itch that I needed taken care of that just made my payback all the sweeter when it came.

Chapter 38 Ian

I couldn’t believe what she’d told me. Even after all this time, I thought she was trying to spy on me. Yet here she was, wanting to get revenge on me for being Andy’s killer.

Any reasons for not having sex with her the other day had flown out the window. I was going to move heaven and earth to make her mine when all this was done, but I wasn’t going to stop pursuing her now when she had another goal in mind. I could work at them both.

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