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be fucking around.”
She blows out a breath and drops her arms. “Look, I’m not a fan of your past, but I’m not judging
you for it. But I just don’t understand why you’re chasing Maya now. She is nothing like those women
you’re used to.”
“No, she’s not,” I bite off, that ball of rage growing larger. But beneath it is that pool of worry I
always carry. Abby’s words are splashing down in it, the water level raising dangerously close to
spilling over. “That’s obvious to anyone who looks.”
She tilts her head and rises from the chair to sit on the edge of the desk. I have to give her credit
for her giant lady balls. Most men wouldn’t think of confronting me, let alone an employee, but she’s
doing it without a flinch. Does that make her crazy, or just a really good friend?
“Why? Why are you with her? Is it just a temporary thing? Because if it is—.“
“Enough,” I snap. Her mouth closes in shock, and I regret my tone…a bit. “I thought you were her
friend?” I say harshly.
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head. “I am her friend.”
“No, I don’t think you are. If you were, you’d understand exactly why I can’t get enough of her.
Yes, she’s unlike any of the women in my past. I didn’t spend more than a few hours with any of them.
But Maya?” I scowl and tug at my tie. “I spent an hour last night listening to her ramble about
superhero capes. I still don’t have a fucking clue what she was talking about, but not once did I wish
she would shut up. Not once did I get bored. Why is that so hard for people to understand? She has
this amazing brain, and she’s funny. She sees the world with this…freshness that I just don’t. And
she’s got an ass that’s just…spectacular.” I take a deep breath and level my tone. “People don’t
change until they have a reason to. I have a reason tonow.”
Abby’s mouth drops open somewhere around the middle of my ramble. She looks like she’s at a
loss for words, which is really fucking amazing since she’s talked pretty much non-stop since I hired
her. “Oh my god,” she says slowly, a smile curving her lips. “You love her.”
I just stare at her because, yeah, I love Maya. But I’ll be damned if I tell Abby before I tell Maya.
I don’t know all the relationship rules, but even I know that’s fucked up.
My stare doesn’t seem to bother Abby at all. She grins and does a little happy dance. The woman
is a crap dancer. She cuts it short suddenly and turns to me.
“I might owe you an apology,” she says, wincing.
