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“You like that, baby?” Day rolled his eyes, grateful the camera couldn’t see his face. “Mmm, yes, Daddy.”
“No mushrooms and no olives.”
Blasphemy
“Sorry, but I refuse to be somebody I’m not.” “Did I ask you to?” Jackson asked, enjoying how easy it was to rile Day up. “You just called me a rabid poodle.” Jackson grinned. “Yeah, but I’m a dog person.”
Elite, a company he’d built from nothing to more than six offices around the country, even with the men he hired and their tendency to marry his clients.
My grandmother called me stupid so much, I was convinced it was my given name.”
It was on the tip of his tongue to tell Day that even murder wasn’t enough to keep Jackson away from him.
So real
I put the B in LGBT, baby.” “You do know the B doesn’t stand for bitch, right?” Day
“Maybe he was afraid you’d recognize his voice?”
Carl?
“It’s not my job because you’re paying me. It’s my job because you’re mine, and I protect what’s mine.”
“Charlie and Wyatt think I know him,” Day said after a few minutes.
Maybe Jimmy???
“Besides, I gotta call Jimmy and let him know what’s been going on. I haven’t spoken to him since you got the email.” Day grimaced at Jimmy’s name. Jackson didn’t blame him. He had no idea how his father had been friends with Jimmy, much less partners. He always struck Jackson as being greasy. There was just always something off about the guy.
It's definitely Jimmy
“What am I going to do with you?” “I have an alphabetized list,” Day assured him. “We’re at F for frotting.”
“Dad—” Webster started, the question in his voice evident. Jackson cut him off. “If you finish that word, I will not only fire you, I’ll blacklist you to every security firm in the entire world,” he warned.
Wait, isn’t that old hotel there? The one The Night Stalker stayed at while he was killing people?”
The Cecil Hotel? Really? Cringe.
Carl.
Ha, called it. But I think Jimmy is involved too
“Oh, I’d have taken my prize, whether you were dead or alive. But it’s not as much fun when they just lie there staring up at the ceiling.”
Um
When he raised his head, Charlie had a mic in her hand. “Oh, God, who gave her a microphone?”
“Day, you were the last to join Elite’s merry band of misfits, and even though you kicked and screamed the whole way, we’re so glad you’re here.
Adore Charlie
