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this made him feel or the way he kept looking at the door of the bedroom that he closed after he left, Tyson began taking the food out of the restaurant bags. Either the smell of the food or his strong thoughts had brought Ella from the bedroom looking rumpled and cute. Cute? What the hell was the matter with him?
     
    “I smell you got food,” she said, and he could tell that her nervousness was back. He wanted to relieve that for her, but he didn’t think he was going to be able to right now because he wasn’t sure what the next step was. He didn’t think he’d come to any conclusions yet about her, but he knew there was something about her that made him not want this to be over. It was probably just her pussy, but he thought he’d keep her around until he knew for sure.
     
    “Thought you said something about eating before you went to bed,” he said still not wanting to look at her this close especially when she looked like sex personified. He wasn’t as mad as he was before, and it was possible that he was even working up to a bit of understanding. That said, it could be possible that she was up to something else. That was the trouble with honesty – when you found out someone has been less than honest, you wondered what else they had up their sleeve.
     
    “Points for not admitting that you rocked my world and put me to sleep.”
     
    “In this game, I’ll take all the points I can get,” he answered honestly.
     
    She went to the kitchen and rummaged around until she found some paper plates. They loaded up their plates in silence and sat together to eat.
     
    “I know you have questions, Tyson, and I’m happy to give you answers.”
     
    She must have been serious because she wasn’t eating as much as he’d seen her eat, and she looked pensive throughout the meal.
     
    “You are a very complex person, and it’s hard to get a grip on what’s going on with you. You found me in a bar and by coincidence I just happen to be the person someone was going to pay you thousands of dollars to find.” He looked at her now to see if he thought she was telling the truth or if she was just a great con woman.
     
    “That does sound unbelievable, and I can see why you are having issues with me not being honest from the start. If you would have told me your real name from the start, it would have been a different story.”
     
    “So you’re saying that this is all my fault?”
     
    “I’m not saying that, but you weren’t very forthcoming with your name, and that would have made a big difference in how I treated you. The other thing is…” Ella took a deep breath and started again. “I told you that I’d just gotten out of prison and I couldn’t find a job, but I didn’t tell you that it was partially the fault of the Highway Reapers that put me there.”
     
    She’d mentioned some of this, but he didn’t find it as important then as he did now.
     
    “I had been going through some things and decided to score a small bag of cocaine to escape life for a while. Little did I know, the Reapers were being followed by the police, and a bust was made when I bought from them. What I didn’t know was the guy who sold me the stuff put his stash in my purse and then said I was selling to him.” Ella looked pissed as though the situation had just happened, and he couldn’t blame her.
     
    “The police believed that?”
     
    “I don’t know if they believed it or not, but I had the stuff in my purse and possession is 9/10 th of the law, or so I was told.” She moved her food around on her plate and took a few bites every once in a while, but she definitely wasn’t eating like she usually did.
     
    “Why did you work with them again?” He wondered why she would put so much faith in the group that had done her dirty.
     
    “I couldn’t find a job, and I had run out of the money I’d gotten from a friend inside. The money wasn’t something I thought I could pass up, but when you told me who you really