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She laughs and wiggles out of reach. “No, you stay over there. We didn’t get out of this bed all day yesterday because of you.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Not complaining, but we both agreed that I need to at least try to get my brain back to what it was. The only uncharted territory left to explore is working, so no matter how much it’ll probably suck, I’ve got to do it.”

I shake my head. “Don’t. Don’t do that. Tell it like it is, or tell it like it was, but don’t lie.”

She turns away, hiding her smile, I’m sure. Kitten is well aware that I know her better than I probably should by now. I know she’s actually really excited to get to work. How crazy lame is that? Overheard Bailey swear she actually likes her job. Something about numbers and no feelings. They’re always constant, and emotions never get involved when you add and subtract shit.

Maybe that’s it. Maybe her old self is just itching to start number crunching again.

Can someone go through math withdrawals?

“Fine, I’ll take you to work. But it’s a half day, missy. Don’t fucking think I’m going eight hours without being in you.”

I say it like it’s a hardship, like it’s the worst thing ever. Maybe it is. The fact that Law put in a call for Church also gets me moving. Being late is never a good thing, and I ain’t pushing my luck just after getting off bitch duty.

I don’t want her to go to work, but I don’t really have a reason to keep her home. Other than the obvious. So we get up. We get dressed. We even have coffee. Okay, I drink the coffee; she goes for the Diet Coke. I still want to know what the obsession is she has with it. Maybe she’s just like Mama Bear and her coffee? Don’t talk to her unless she’s had three cups.

The drive ain’t far. Probably why she picked this place to live—lack of traffic to and from work.

I pull into the parking lot and turn off the ignition. No bike today; got to keep my girl’s hair all pretty, and helmet hair ain’t a good look on your first day back. “You don’t have to come in with me.”

“Yes I do.” She rolls her eyes but at least keeps her pretty little mouth shut as she exits my truck. “How else am I to know which office to sneak into for a nooner later this week?”

I grab her elbow just as she stumbles. Good to know I can still surprise her just as much as she does me. She glares at me but bites her lip to hold in the smile as I hold the door for her. See? I can be a nice guy when I want. Or when it suits me. Like watching her ass as she walks in front of me in that pencil-thin skirt.

My dick is already getting hard from watching her shake it, and I don’t hide that I adjust it in my jeans. Has it been four hours yet? I’m already drained by this place, and we just walked in. The walls are gray, as are the desks; everything screams melancholy. Even the people who rush by us seem sad and depressed.

We head to the third floor—not because Jules knows where she’s going, she’s just following the signs that say Accounting is on floor three. I contain myself in the elevator, but just barely. Even with two others in the space, I still get a handful of that luscious ass of hers. She doesn’t wiggle away and just lets me grope her till the doors open and she walks out. It speaks to how comfortable she is with my hands on her. And she ain’t embarrassed to admit she likes it.

“People are staring at you,” she murmurs.

“Nah, babe, they’re looking at you.”

“You should go now.”

“Nope, walking you to your office. You already knew that coming in. Why fight it?”

“I just realized I’m a jealous person. If these women, and some guys, keep looking at what’s mine, I might start a catfight.”

We’re stopped before I can respond, and it ain’t as warm a welcome as it should be based on the glare and once-over I get from the bobbing brunette-haired girl with the pointiest nose I’ve ever seen.

“Julianne, I see you decided to come to work after all. And you brought a guest.”

My girl turns to me and whispers, “Okay, so maybe you can stay. Guess they weren’t looking to keep you.”

“Did you have a nice trip wherever you went? Pick up any new souvenirs?”

I know she can see my colors; she knows who I am. I could break three of her fingers for the disrespect alone, but I won’t. Even if I really want to.

“Oh, Shannan, it’s so good to see you again. I missed you so much. How have you been? My trip was awesome, lasting impressions and all that. Best time I can remember, actually.”

This chick, she gets me every time. I chuckle as I give her the first warning. “Kitten.”

“What?” She gives me her innocent look, and I just give a pointed one back. Her eyes narrow, and her face squishes. We agreed that she had to be honest at the job, mostly so she doesn’t overdo it in the work department. “Fine,” she grumbles, making me laugh more.

She turns back to the stuck-up bitch, the one who kind of makes me a little itchy. If this is the type of woman Julianne hung out with prior to her slip, there is a hundred percent chance that once the memories come back, I’m kicked to the curb. I don’t like it.

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