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Bailey shook her head. “First time ever. Can you believe it?”
The peacekeeper looked her up and down. He swallowed slowly. “But you look like that.”
“I wear an apron for eighty percent of my waking hours. The bikini hampers my use of the oven.”
His skin darkened. “Right. I need your name, miss.”
“Valhay. Valhay Windwith.”
“Can I get your contact information?”
“Sure.” She rattled the number off.
He nodded and then said, “When were you heading to the club?”
Bailey grinned. “I am going to try and get her there by seven. She starts work at five in the morning.”
He nodded. “Good to know. I will be in touch if I have any questions.”
“Right. Thanks.”
He grinned and nodded before he left.
Bailey elbowed her. “See? I told you. You will have a line.”
“I don’t want a line. I just want to get it over with.”
“Well, you could save up forever and hire an opener.”
Val snorted. “Don’t be stupid. No one has that kind of money.” She started packing up.
The girls came up and asked questions, but Val put on a cover-up, answered the questions about the peacekeeper and how nicely he filled out his uniform, and then she got into her tiny car and headed home. It was too nice a day to spend trying to hide from witnesses. Her time in the city might be at an end if the peacekeeper ran her face through the database. She had removed most of the paper trail of her life, but there was always an annoying cousin out there who would want the money for turning her in.
Chapter Two
Val got home and showeredwhile she tried to regret bringing that child back. She couldn’t. He had a long life ahead of him and needed every second of it.
