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The idiot puffs up his chest and steps forward then thinks better of it when I place my body in front of his.
The attendant returns.Karey steps around me and leans against the counter.She glances at the new items and slides the black card across the glass.
“All except for that one.”She points to one with dozens of tiny diamonds lining the band.“and if you sell to either of these individuals, I will never buy from here again,” she promises.
The bitch sputters once more.
“I just ordered a custom—”
The manager, having overheard Karey, steps in.
“No, miss.You did not.Your down payment will be refunded.Please use the exit behind you.”
Lydia shrieks and launches herself at Karey.I lunge forward.
Karey ducks, grabs Lydia’s wrist, and surges upward.Lydia’s stomach collides with Karey’s shoulder.She flips head over heels, lands halfway on the glass counter, then slides off the other side to crumple in a heap on the floor.
Karey brushes her hands together and steps toward Oscar.
He stands with shock and warped interest on his face.
“Oscar?”Karey begins.
He blinks.
“You have three choices,” she warns.
He blinks again.
“Me,” she jabs a thumb at her chest.“Him,” she points at me.“Or the exit.”
The bell over the exit rings before Lydia even picks herself up off the floor.Security arrives and hauls her out onto the sidewalk with ease.
My cupcake slides her arms around me and plasters her front to mine.I wish I could have flattened the asshole, but Karey’s viciousness draws me to her impossibly more.
With a happy hum and an impressed glance at the idiots’ retreating backs, I ask, “Where’d you learn that move?”
“Mr.Carter’s gym.I’ve been taking self-defense classes for years.I can’t believe I haven’t introduced you to the ladies yet.They’re amazing friends.”
Her eyes sparkle as she speaks, telling me everything I need to know about the community.
“Then we’ll have to invite them to our wedding,” I say.
Adoration lights up her face.
I’m a fucking goner.She’s gorgeous.
I can’t wait to adore and pamper her for the rest of my life.
Chapter 17
Karey Justice
I push past my nervousnessand pull open the foggy glass door.
“Mr.Carter, I have someone I’d like you to meet,” I announce over the ringing of the bell.The smells of rubber mats, sweat, and disinfectant settle my nerves.
I’ve spent years covering my depression with essential oils on my wrists, not realizing how soothing the old gym smell could be.
