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“We are,” Dad says. “This new job almost feels too good to be true. I’ve got healthcare for everyone and I can make it home for dinner, too.”
“And it’s paying enough for me to stay home with the kids,” Mom adds. “I never would’ve thought that would be possible.”
“I know this is a bullshit situation, and I’d never wish for you to go through the things you’ve gone through, but you’ve changed our lives, Rey-Rey. You did good.”
So much for keeping the tears in.
“I—I did?” I ask, my voice soft and high-pitched, almost childish.
“You did,” Dad says, his voice thick with sincerity.
Milo’s computer beeps and he glances down at me.
“I love you guys, but it looks like I have to go,” I say to the phone.
“Call us soon!” Mom says over the phone. “We love you, sweetie!”
The room is silent after I end the call. It would be suffocating, if it weren’t for Milo’s constant presence.
“Th—thank you for not leaving me,” I whisper, resting my forehead against his chest.
“I’d never dream of leaving you,” Milo says back.
“You should go check that, though, right?”
“I should, but only when you’re ready for me to go do that.”
I take one last shaky breath before looking at him. God, he’s so sweet.
“I’m ready, tell me what it says, Hack Horizon,” I say, teasingly.
He narrows his eyes at me.
“Maybe I should start calling you Razzle, if you’re going to be calling me that,” he huffs, lacing my fingers with his as he heads to his desk. “Here, come with me.”
I follow along, my hand in his, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
CHAPTER 24
Theo
“Great work on the case so far, Selene, you seem to have a good handle on everything,” I say to the fresh-out-of-law school beta I’ve apparently taken under my wing.
“Really? You think so, Theo?” Selene asks, starting to collect the files we’ve spread out on the conference table in one of the spare rooms of the office.
“Of course. You and the client have excellent rapport. It’s hard coming to a firm like ours but you’ve made the process as comfortable as it can be, all things considered. Wrongful termination lawsuits are stressful enough on their own, add in wrongful termination because the client came out with sexual misconduct from her boss? I think you’ve got nothing to worry about.”
“I—I’m glad,” she says, tucking her salon blonde hair behind her ear and blinking up at me with a bright smile that makes me pause.
Shit. I know that expression.
“I know I’ve kept you at the office late, but do you have any plans tonight?”
And there it is.
I paste on a placating expression.
“Sorry, Selene, I’ve got plans.”
