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"Yeah?"I pull my phone out, feeling more confident than I have all night."Then let me get your number, so I can be bold again sometime that's not tonight."
"Smooth."She takes the phone from me, typing her number in quick, then hands it back over."There.Don't be weird about it."
"Wouldn't dream of it."I glance down at the screen, ready to save the contact, and realize I never actually got her last name."What's your last name?For the contact."
"Kepler."She says it easy, already reaching for her drink she left back at the bar."Ella Kepler."
The name lands wrong in my brain for a second, like it's familiar but I can't place why, and then it clicks all at once, hard enough that I nearly drop my own phone.
Kepler.
Darren's last name is Kepler.Darren Kepler.My training officer, the guy who's spent the last few months drilling into me every single lesson about respect, about doing this job right, about never crossing lines you can't uncross.
And I just made out with his sister on a dance floor an hour after meeting her.
"You good?"Ella's looking at me funny, clearly picking up on whatever just happened across my face.
"Yeah.Fine."I clear my throat, forcing my expression back to normal even though internally I'm running through every possible way this conversation with Darren is going to go once he finds out.
Son of a bitch.I'm fucked.
