Page 72 of Dear John

“Either you’ll get the job or you won’t. You already know what you’re doing. So, let’s grab something to eat and get drunk off our asses.”

I quirked an eyebrow at her. “Fox would actually let that happen?”

“Of course. But he’s always watching, so I don’t have to worry about sneaking around.”

“Isn’t that annoying?”

“Absolutely, and not at all.”

I pulled on my coat as we headed out the door. “I don’t get it.”

She shrugged lightly. “He’s Fox. Yes, he’s always going to be overprotective, but I’ve known that since the moment he kidnapped me.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “Okay, I have a feeling there’s a lot to the story that I don’t really want to know.”

“You don’t, but the point is, it’s done out of love. And as long as he doesn’t stifle me, I can let him have his eccentricities.”

“Like what?”

“Sticking a camera on my coat,” she said, holding out the button. “Like I don’t know what this really is.”

I stared at the button, wondering if any of mine were actually cameras.

“Yes, they are. And I can guarantee they’re all over your clothes. You probably have some cameras in your car, as well as your briefcase. I’d take it as a sign of love rather than the blatant invasion of privacy that it actually is.”

“And you’re not bothered by this.”

“At first, yes. But when a man slowly tears apart another man for you, brutalizing him so he feels every inch of pain the bastard inflicted on you, you kind of go with the flow and just be happy that psycho is on your side.”

I smirked her. “He’s your psycho.”

“Absolutely. Here,” she said, pointing to a bar.

“I thought we were getting dinner.”

“Oh, we absolutely are, but I need a drink.”

She yanked the door open and we walked inside, but I almost immediately turned around and walked out. “Nope, not here.”

I turned to walk out, but before we could, Fox spun around and spotted us. “Hey! There’s my lovely lady!”

“Anna, I’m really sorry, but I’m outta here.”

I was just about to slip out the door when Fox scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder. “Fox!” I beat him on the back, but he didn’t stop striding across the bar. “Anna, do something!”

But instead of helping me, she followed Fox across the bar and took a seat. Fox plopped me on a stool at the bar, my hair flying everywhere as the world was righted again. I almost fell off, but warm hands wrapped around my arm, keeping me in place. Glancing over my shoulder, Kavanaugh shot me an apologetic smile.

“I swear, I didn’t know you would be here.”

That much was obvious since he showed up here first.

“One drink,” Anna said. “Then we’ll go someplace else.”

I glared at her. “This was a setup.”

“Was it?” she asked, tapping her chin. “I would never say I purposely took someone anyplace they didn’t want to be.”

“That sounds like Fox doublespeak for not kidnapping someone.”

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