Wounded Love (G Street Chronicles Presents From Love to Loathe Series) by Rayne Phoenix

Author:Rayne, Phoenix [Rayne, Phoenix]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: G Street Chronicles/G Street Romance
Published: 2014-02-12T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Florida

That weekend, we settled all the way into the house. We bought swing sets, monkey bars, and a jungle gym for the back yard. All of us got brand new wardrobes, haircuts, and fresh extensions. By Monday morning, I was ready to start a normal routine. I wore a black pantsuit with a mint green button down, some killer mint green and black stilettos, and a matching clutch. I kissed the baby on her forehead, tiptoed out the bedroom and was ready to walk out the door at 7:00 a.m. Chyna stopped me and told me to come and eat some breakfast. She made me an omelet just like she used to back in the day. It was fully loaded, and I ate all of it. She sat while I ate, and when I finished, I gave her a hug goodbye. She smiled and took my plate straight to the sink.

Something hit me just then; Chyna never let the dishes pile up. She was forever cleaning and straightening up something. The fact that she put the plate in the sink without washing it meant something was wrong. I told myself I had to remember to call Aunt Nan today for a local doctor.

I made it to the office downtown forty-eight minutes later. The office was nowhere near the size of the Seattle office, but it still had the coffee company feel. I told the receptionist who I was, and she told me to have a seat and that Monique would be with me shortly. A few minutes later, a tall, slender woman with a long ponytail approached me.

“Cricket?”

“Yes.”

“I’m Monique. I will show you your office and department.”

I followed her and wondered what D’Artagnan had done. Why in the world was Monique about to show me MY department? Oh, D’Artagnan what have you done, you too-sweet-for-your-own-good man.

Monique took me to the elevators, and we went up three floors. Out of the elevator, we took a right. The glass doors read, Special Operations, and there was a security guard at the desk that had to buzz us in. The department seemed well-secured, and I was very pleased. Monique gave me the grand tour of the department. There were five standard offices and one main corner office, a conference room, a break room with kitchen supplies, and restrooms. The entire department was fully furnished and freshly painted.

“If you need anything or would like for something to be changed, just let me know. We did the best we could in the time frame we had.”

I nodded and thought, as soon as I had a good second, I was going to call D’Artagnan.

Monique handed me iPhones and five American Express cards and told me they were all activated and ready to go. She gave me her number and left me with the security guard. I turned to the small-framed, female guard.

“I’m Cricket,” I said, sliding my hand out to shake hers.

“I’m Lokey.” I tilted my head to the side and she smiled. “Well, it’s Low Anna Key, but everyone calls me Lokey.

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