I threw a batch of keys into her hands. “But it’s not worth the effort. Go to the back office and get changed into your uniform.” Cal glared at the dozens of keys resting in her palm. “Which one is it?” “Your guess is as good as mine.” “Row, there are, like, thirty keys here!” Her cheeks stained red. I hated being an asshole to her, but it had to be done. I couldn’t let her worm her way back into my heart. Not even my dick. She was danger, and anyway, I was best alone. “Forty-four. Better get goin’.”
