Ranch Daddy by Shanna Handel

Author:Shanna Handel [Handel, Shanna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stormy Night Publications
Published: 2019-05-29T16:00:00+00:00

Part Two—Chapter Five

One year later

Knots formed in my belly as I looked at the sleek black watch adorning my wrist. Finally used to military time, I calculated that I would be leaving headquarters in four hours and ten minutes. Just as I did every evening after I bid farewell to my co-workers, I would pack up my government-issued Computon Tech laptop (wouldn’t be available to the public for seven more years) carefully into my black Tumi Aviano bag. Then I would hike down to the Metrorail, my high heels pinching my toes every step. The stitches of the fabric of my charcoal gray pencil skirt would hold on for dear life around my expanding ass (takeout and no workout meant my curves kept getting fuller). I would pretend not to notice the two undercover cops that followed me everywhere I went.

The train would be crowded as usual. Some well-meaning businessman dressed in an expensive suit would most likely offer me his seat. Depending on my mood I may or may not accept. My stop would come up and off I would go to what the locals call the DC Condo Boutique. Wave hello to my doorman Mr. Patel (I would need to remember to leave him his Christmas bonus a few months early) and hop into the elevator.

This was where the cops would stop trailing me, posting themselves one at each of the building’s exits. There, in the elevator, if I were alone, I would kick off my heels, holding them in my hand and waiting while the red numbers climbed to twelve. (I refused to live on the thirteenth floor. I’m not superstitious—just a little ‘stitious.)

Step off the elevator, head to door 121, which was painted slate gray as all the others, a small nameplate just below the peephole marked with the words ‘Ms. Brighton.’ Just like every other night, I would reach up and press the fingerprint pad with the pad of my thumb, causing the lock to open with a crisp click. My keypad would alert the officers I was safe and locked in for the night.

I would open the door, and step inside the swankiest apartment in which I would ever live. Depending on whether I had eaten delivered food around the conference table with the other agents, I might grab a piece of fruit to nibble on. Maybe some cheese and crackers. Perhaps a glass of wine if there was still some Pinot Grigio in my immaculate refrigerator. Then I would hang my outfit up with the other dry clean only garments and slip into some sweats.

But tonight, one thing would be different.

Tonight would be the last night I ever spent in this place.

It was surreal that the next morning I would be heading back to Little Peak, Wyoming. My pale pink manicured fingernails tapped at the top of my Formica desk, my eyes glancing once more at my watch. Clearing my throat to keep the tears from forming, I locked my eyes on the screen of my computer.

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