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didn’t want to hire her.” I can tell he’s not telling me everything, but I just want to see her.
    “What’s her number?” I snarl. My face is inches from his. He better not even try to play me because I’m not in the mood to be civil.
    “Calm down. If your ass will let me go, I can give it to you.”
    I let his ass down, but don’t give him more than a foot in distance. He spits out the number and I enter it into my phone. “What the fuck do you mean lets me call her Blossom.”
    “Her name is Blossom, but she prefers to be called Brooke.”
    I hate that he knows that, so then I gut check his ass and walk out of the room while he kneels on the ground like the little bitch that he is. I lean on the door jamb and warn him, “Now, you stay away from her. If you come near her, I’ll forget that you mean anything to your mother.”
    I want to call her right away, but I need some self-control. If I do it before dinner’s over, I won’t be able to make it through the meal, then I’ll have to do this again soon. The moment I walk out the door, I’ll contact her. We manage to have a quiet and pleasant dinner until Michelle asks if I have a girl.
    “Yes, I do,” I respond blandly, then continue to eat my meal. She’s been eyeing me all night and I know what she’s thinking. I’m a better, wealthier catch than Adam.
    “She must be really lucky,” she simpers, batting her lashes at me while pressing her fake tits up for me to see.
    “I’m the lucky one,” I say before turning to my mother and asking her about her gardening. I don’t care for the subject, but it’s better than talking to my brother’s whore. Impatiently, I say goodnight to everyone as soon as dinner is over.
    My father walks me to the door with an arm around my shoulder. “I can’t wait to meet her. Whoever she is, she’s got to mean something to you.”
    “She does, and I’m not even sure it’s a good thing.”
    “Why not?”
    “I’m not sure who she even is. She’s Adam’s ex. The thought makes me sick as fuck. I’ve lived the last two weeks thinking they’ve been living together, but he said she left. What I don’t understand is why you would refuse to hire her. She’s sweet.”
    “I never met or spoke to her. Just because Shirley doesn’t like a female around her son, doesn’t mean I’m as quick to judge. His word means shit, but he never even asked me to hire anyone at all. He probably lied to her.” 
    “Damn, he told me that you didn’t hire her.”
    “I didn’t hire that bitch in the other room, that’s for sure. She’s got nothing but a drug habit like him. Tell me, is this girl better than that broad in there?”
    “Hell. yes,” I emphasize.
    “Then, my son, go with your gut.” He breathes.
    “If I go with my gut, I deserve an ass whooping for how cruel I was to her.”
    He laughs because it’s not easy for me to admit when I’ve been an ass. With Blossom, I’d be willing to beg and grovel for her to forgive me for being a dick. “Just let me know. It’s been a long time since we’ve sparred,” he says, shadowboxing with me.
    I shake my head. He’s too old for me to box with him. “I’m not going to box with you, I might get my ass handed to me. But thanks for the pep talk, Dad.” We hug and I leave for the night.
    As soon as I get in my car, I call the number. It rings, then the general no longer in service recording comes on.
    “Shit,” I yell, hitting my head back against my headrest. I’ve got to make a call or two and see if I can pull some strings. I know two powerful tech guys. They can hack information or at least, find me someone that can. I can’t let her slip from my grip, especially knowing she can be mine. No scratch that— she will be mine.
    I call my friend, Michael Vitale, who’s a computer software developer. “Vitale, it’s Devin. I need to get information on a woman, but I don’t have much to go on. Is there a way to search plane, train, or bus manifests to see