Husband Trouble (Bad for Me Book 5) by Lindsey Hart

Author:Lindsey Hart [Hart, Lindsey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Passion House Publishing
Published: 2023-06-05T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 10

Echo

My home sweet home happens to be a one-bedroom apartment in Seattle. It’s about as far from Vegas or San Diego as one can get.

I’ve been home for five days and back at work for the past three, and I have to say most of that time has been spent wondering if I made the right decision. I have a scrap of paper tucked into my suitcase with a burner number that belongs to Scarlet on it. She gave it to me just in case I ever changed my mind or needed to contact them. I haven’t pulled it out once, but I didn’t need to. I’ve had it memorized since I first glanced at it before I tucked it into my suitcase, hidden in that part of one of my bras that they make to put padding in. I didn’t think anyone would be looking for a piece of paper there, so it seemed like a safe spot.

I’m tired after the grind of work. Since I haven’t gone to college, the best I could do was showcase my skills or find somewhere that would eventually pay for training. I happen to work for a very large IT and security company, but not in the way I’d like. I work on the phone lines, and yes, I rock it. But no, I don’t like it. I keep hoping that, one day, someone will recognize that I’m smarter and more capable than half the people doing the job I want, but after today, I’m starting to think it won’t happen. Ever.

“You look like death warmed up in the microwave, which is a big no-no for certain kinds of cooking. Mostly, all the cooking in my books.”

I bite down on a snarky reply. Mrs. Johnson is a good neighbor. She lives in the apartment right beside me, and she’s always offering me homemade baking, casseroles, or tea and a neighborly chat. She’s eighty-something and pretty lonely, but she’s a real sweetheart, so she gets a pass on calling me “death warmed up.”

I probably do look like it. Microwaved four times into dry, crispy, stale nastiness.

“Long day.” I jam my key into the mailbox lock by the front door and sweep my hand in to collect the mail. I haven’t done it since I got back, seeing as I kept forgetting, and the box is stuffed full of flyers and junk mail. “Work was rough today.”

Mrs. Johnson shakes her head of white fluffy curls sympathetically. “You tell those rat behinds where to go next time.”

“Unfortunately, it was people calling in and giving me grief about every possible thing today. Just over and over again. People can be so, so nasty on the phone. We had our quarterly reviews with our boss today too, but seeing as I haven’t gotten all five-star ratings because people are arseholes, I’m not getting a raise.”

“You’re wasted there,” she scoffs. She digs in her own mailbox and snorts. “Farging flyers. Always with the flyers. I don’t need the paper copy anymore.

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