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Trent’s car is parked outside my apartment when I get home. He’s not inside his car so he must have used his key to get inside.
Smiling, I hurry and park, lock up my car, then go inside my apartment.
I can’t wait to tell him that I got the job. It will relieve some of his stress since he’s been worried about me, too, even offering me a job at his construction company.
Before I can get fully inside and close the door, I find Trent in my recliner, frowning. “I don’t want you taking that PR job with the Thunderwolves.”
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TISH
“What are you talking about?” I set my purse on the small table by the front door and walk further into the room.
Trent sits forward in the recliner, his elbows propped on his knees. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you take the PR job with the Thunderwolves,” he repeats.
I just stare at him with open-mouthed surprise.
Shaking my head, I go into the kitchen and pour myself a glass of iced tea then return and sit on the couch facing him.
“Why? You know I need the income, and this is perfect.”
He shakes his head and leans back in the chair. “You want to open your own marketing business some day,” he begins.
“Exactly. And this will help me get started. Imagine how good this will look on my portfolio, to have the Thunderwolves as a client.”
“That’s my point,” Trent says, his brows furrowing. “They’re going to need a lot of help, much more than you, on yourown, can give them. Shit, Tish, every day seems to bring a new scandal.”
I take a sip of my tea and lean into the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “So you think I’m not up to the task?” My eyes narrow, daring him to agree.
“Of course not.” He pauses and tilts his head to the side. “Well, maybe I don’t. This would be your first marketing job and I’m afraid you’re biting off more than you can chew.”
“And just maybe this will be the thing that launches my career,” I counter.
Trent sighs and shakes his head.
My eyes narrow even more.
Somehow, I don’t think the possibility of me failing is his biggest concern.
The way he’s staring off out the front window and not meeting my eyes means he’s uncomfortable about something.
“Spill it,” I say suddenly.
Trent blinks then looks at me. “Spill what?”
I cock my head to the side and give him a ‘don’t act innocent with me’ look. “The real reason you don’t want me to take this job.”
He opens his mouth to argue but I continue, cutting off any argument he was going to say. “I know you, and while you may be worried that the Thunderwolves are too far gone for me to help them, that isn’t the real reason you object to me taking this job. So spill it.”
Trent stares at me a minute, then gets up and goes into the kitchen. When he returns, he’s carrying a bottle of beer.
Uh oh, I’m not going to like where this is going.
“That bad, huh?” I tease.
Trent doesn’t smile. He sits in the recliner and takes a long drink before saying anything.
“You’re right. It’s not just about what that job might do to your reputation.”
