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“Don’t mention it, just let me know how things go between you.”

I watch as he climbs into his car and backs out of the parking lot. I reach for my own keys and move toward my car.

“Think you’re better than me, bitch?” I hear snarled. “Think that ‘cos you work for the Mayor that you’re better than me?”

My anger spikes at his words. Fucking asshole. I move around to the back of the parking lot where the asshole’s currently blocking someone against the wall.

“Lieutenant Murphy,” I snarl, this jackass hates to be dismissed, he’s also the guy that Anna-Beth said no to in the bar. The fucking fireman is a menace, always dismissive of women, and hates any woman who tells him no.

“The fuck are you doing here, King?” he snarls. “Oh, let me guess, you want your bitch?” He grips Anna-Beth’s arm and pulls her toward him.

“You’ve got a choice,” I snarl, my voice coming out like a whip. “You can let her go, or I’m calling the cops and Murphy, you’d not want that on your record, now, would you?” I step closer to the fucker, my hands balled into fists.

“She’s not worth the fucking hassle,” he snarls, throwing her to the ground.

I pull back my arm and let fly, smashing my fist into his jaw. The fucker sways on his feet, but stays upright. “Get gone,” I growl. He needs to get the fuck out of my face before I lose my damn mind and lay him out. How fucking dare he put his hands on her?

He runs away, no doubt not wanting this to hit the police, if it does, he’ll be reprimanded, and that’s not a good look for him wanting to climb the ladder.

I help Anna-Beth to her feet. “Are you okay, Baby girl?”

She nods, a little shaken, but she’s okay. “Thank you.”

I keep my arm around her, noticing how fucking great she feels to be there. “I’m glad I was here, come on, let's get you home.”

I would take her to my own house, but I know that if I do, I’ll not be able to control myself and, she’s already been accosted once, she doesn’t need me pawing at her.

Not now.

Soon, she’ll be mine.

There’s no way that I’ll be able to keep my distance much longer.

No. Anna-Beth will be mine.

CHAPTER THREE

ANNA-BETH

One week later

“Anna-Beth,” Tate’s gravelly voice greets me as I enter the office.

It’s been a week since he stepped in and saved me from the asshole fireman. The small bit of kindness he gave me showed me just who he is beneath the facade he has. The softness in his voice as he called me Baby girl sent shivers along my spine and made heat pool between my thighs. That was the night that I realized that the hate relationship I have with him at the moment isn’t just because he left mom when she got diagnosed but because I want him.

“Good morning, Mayor King,” I reply, saccharine sweet. There’s six other people that work in this office, and I know that if it were any of the others that spoke to Tate the way I do, they’d be fired. So I’m making a conscious effort to kill the man with kindness.

His eyes narrow on me, his lips canting at the ends. “We have a long day, I have more meetings than I can count. You are to attend all of them, Anna-Beth, I need you to take notes.”

I nod, it’s one of the reasons that he’s kept me around. I’m damn good at my job, I just despise that I’m called an Intern. I’m more qualified than that. But thankfully, the pay is better than what an Intern would get. “Certainly, sir, would you like me to get you a coffee before the meetings start?”

I’m already moving toward the kitchenette that we have. I can feel his heated gaze on me. That’s nothing new, the man is always watching me, I find it strangely comforting that I’m not the only one that’s feeling this attraction. It makes me crazy that I’m attracted to him, but I’m doing my very best to push it out of my mind. There’s no way that anything will ever happen between us.

The man was once my stepfather.

Twenty minutes later, and we’re in the conference room, Tate has his coffee, and I’m taking notes as Chief of Police Karl Martins is speaking with the Mayor. This is a discussion about the upcoming annual Easter Market. It’s a meeting that I didn’t need to be a part of and something that happens every year.

Thankfully, the meeting doesn’t last much more than an hour, and I have a feeling that today is going to be one long ass day.

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