Page 45 of Give Me Redemption

Harlow

This is hands down the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. It’s been weeks now since Jace and I met at Hudson’s. We’ve stayed up past midnight watching stupid movies while we talked on the phone and made fun of them.

We’ve met at Hudson’s a few more times and watched the Braves play. I’ve gotten extremely lucky with that. The boys at work have been told by Davy to stay away from there.

They’re all pretty pissed at me, but it isn’t my fault. I didn’t know who the man was before I picked the place.

I’ve learned so much about him over a short period of time, except details about the Army. He’s pretty quiet when it comes to that subject, but he’s an open book when it comes to his family.

I know all about his past now and how he got adopted by Lee Grant. I’m finding out as much as I can about Bryce Grant, but I’ve yet to go to Red with Jace and he hasn’t once mentioned anything about the illegal gambling underneath the club.

I don’t want to appear overly interested in the place and I’ve already told him I’m not into clubs, so he hasn’t asked me to go once.

I know this is going to have to change eventually. I’m being pressured by Davy to hurry it along, but part of me doesn’t want this to end now.

I mean, I want to get back to working on my other cases, that’s for sure, but I know once I bust Bryce, there will be no more Jace and that doesn’t sit well with me.

I exhale, hanging my hands on my hips as I look at the wall before me. I know I’ve got to take these photos down; it’ll bring up too many questions.

While we’ve talked on the phone a lot and been to Hudson’s a few times, he’s yet to come here and I’ve yet to invite him. Nor have I been to his place.

I’m nervous.

We’re extremely flirty. We hardly watch the game at Hudson’s, too busy talking to each other over a pint of beer.

He’s put his hand on the small of my back when he’s walked me to my car. I’ve pushed his shoulder when he’s told me something ridiculous.

We’ve given each other looks that could light the building on fire, and I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about him between my legs more than once. I’ve stared after the bathroom door at the pub, thinking we could slip in there really quickly and ease this burn.

It’s borderline torture.

And I call Malcom after every time and he’s even questioned it.

“What’s with you lately?” he asks as he buttons his jeans.

I turn back to look at him “What do you mean?”

He lifts a brow. “I don’t know… Something’s different. You’re different. It’s almost like you’re not here when we fuck. Like you’re thinking of something else, but you’re so turned on at the same time.”

I swallow and look away.

“Hey, it’s none of my business.”

I look back at him. I haven’t been able to talk to anyone about Jace and the feelings I’m having. I can’t talk to Davy, because he’d tell me I was getting too close.

I don’t really have any friends, besides Malcom here, and I’ve skipped out on the last few therapy sessions without Davy knowing, of course. He’ll be pissed when he finds out.

“I’ve met someone,” I say.

He gives me a surprised look. “You’ve met someone and you’re still sleeping with me?”

“It’s complicated,” I say.

“You really like this guy?”

“Yeah, but it will never work,” I tell him with a regretful smile.

“Why?”

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