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one lady track down the cat her ex-boyfriend’s new girlfriend stole. I helped a man catch his wife in the act. And I help Reese track down potential clients, at the gym, at church. Oh, and did I forget to mention every client I have was referred by my cousin too? I’m good at what I do, but I’ve still got a ways to go before I’m legit.”
“So you’re a home-trained P.I. and assistant to the best agent in the industry. And I’m just a lowly football player. A jock. Damn.”
She laughs. “From what I hear you’re a football god. Not lowly at all. And me? Well that’s past tense,” she says. “I was an assistant to the best.”
“Miss Clarke is still the best.” I place my hand on the side of her leg. “And you’re still a pretty damn good assistant. She’s going to pull through. I know it. You just have to have a little faith.” I let out a heavy sigh and clasp both hands on top of my head. “Why do you think I haven’t signed with anyone yet? I had my heart set on her. Had it all planned out. Then, just like that she…sorry,” I say. “Wow, that makes me sound like an ass. She’s your family and I’m acting like she’s some kind of prize.”
“Trust me, I get it. She’s the one that helped me get on my feet when I got here. If it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t be able to pay my rent, I wouldn’t be doing what I love. I wouldn’t be living here in this city at all. I’d probably be back at home, living at my grandmother’s. Being prepped to marry some cowboy with a savior complex. When people we love leave us, or come close to it, we start missing the things we take for granted. It’s completely normal. My dad taught me everything I know and sometimes I can’t help but think if he were still here life would be so much easier. I wouldn’t be an assistant at all. I wouldn’t be struggling; I’d be working alongside him. On real cases. I’d get some real respect.”
I stare back, her words echoing in my mind. And I can’t help but think of all the things I’ve taken for granted in the past. If Aunt Sheila and Uncle Dave were to die today, I’d be crushed. They’re all I have. And I need to start treating them like it. I don’t need any more regrets. I was given a second set of parents. That’s more than most people get.
She swings her legs in front of her. “Well, it’s been nice getting to know you, but I really should go home and sleep this off. I’ve got an early morning ahead of me and dinner at the Carlson ranch. I’m going to need to bring my A game to persuade that guy.”
I ease out of the booth and offer her a helping hand. Once she’s on her feet again, she holds her grip, pumping it once.
“You okay to get home?”
She nods.
“We’ll see you tomorrow then,” I say. “If you need a ride. Just let me know.”
“Will do.”
I sit back down, watching her as she walks out the pub doors and a sense of relief washes over me. I am not an ass. I’m a good guy. And my instincts about Sydney Bucco are just as sound as my ones regarding her cousin. She will wake up. She has to. I need to do this my way, or not at all. I nod to myself. I’m doing the right thing. All she has to do is convince my family.
CHAPTER NINE
Sydney
I remove my rubber boots and carry them gingerly, down the hallway and toward the bathroom. As grateful as I am, I need to stop taking these kinds of jobs. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say my cousin’s ex was just making shit up. Ever since her accident, he’s hired me on three separate occasions. One more ridiculous than the other, all paying an overly generous five hundred dollar fee. Enough to pay rent, enough to keep my nose above the surface at least. But I still feel like I’m drowning.
I turn on the hot water full blast and watch, as it turns brown, swirling its way down the drain taking the muck from my boots with it. This has charity written all over it. He knows I won’t take five bills to find a runaway dog,
“So you’re a home-trained P.I. and assistant to the best agent in the industry. And I’m just a lowly football player. A jock. Damn.”
She laughs. “From what I hear you’re a football god. Not lowly at all. And me? Well that’s past tense,” she says. “I was an assistant to the best.”
“Miss Clarke is still the best.” I place my hand on the side of her leg. “And you’re still a pretty damn good assistant. She’s going to pull through. I know it. You just have to have a little faith.” I let out a heavy sigh and clasp both hands on top of my head. “Why do you think I haven’t signed with anyone yet? I had my heart set on her. Had it all planned out. Then, just like that she…sorry,” I say. “Wow, that makes me sound like an ass. She’s your family and I’m acting like she’s some kind of prize.”
“Trust me, I get it. She’s the one that helped me get on my feet when I got here. If it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t be able to pay my rent, I wouldn’t be doing what I love. I wouldn’t be living here in this city at all. I’d probably be back at home, living at my grandmother’s. Being prepped to marry some cowboy with a savior complex. When people we love leave us, or come close to it, we start missing the things we take for granted. It’s completely normal. My dad taught me everything I know and sometimes I can’t help but think if he were still here life would be so much easier. I wouldn’t be an assistant at all. I wouldn’t be struggling; I’d be working alongside him. On real cases. I’d get some real respect.”
I stare back, her words echoing in my mind. And I can’t help but think of all the things I’ve taken for granted in the past. If Aunt Sheila and Uncle Dave were to die today, I’d be crushed. They’re all I have. And I need to start treating them like it. I don’t need any more regrets. I was given a second set of parents. That’s more than most people get.
She swings her legs in front of her. “Well, it’s been nice getting to know you, but I really should go home and sleep this off. I’ve got an early morning ahead of me and dinner at the Carlson ranch. I’m going to need to bring my A game to persuade that guy.”
I ease out of the booth and offer her a helping hand. Once she’s on her feet again, she holds her grip, pumping it once.
“You okay to get home?”
She nods.
“We’ll see you tomorrow then,” I say. “If you need a ride. Just let me know.”
“Will do.”
I sit back down, watching her as she walks out the pub doors and a sense of relief washes over me. I am not an ass. I’m a good guy. And my instincts about Sydney Bucco are just as sound as my ones regarding her cousin. She will wake up. She has to. I need to do this my way, or not at all. I nod to myself. I’m doing the right thing. All she has to do is convince my family.
CHAPTER NINE
Sydney
I remove my rubber boots and carry them gingerly, down the hallway and toward the bathroom. As grateful as I am, I need to stop taking these kinds of jobs. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say my cousin’s ex was just making shit up. Ever since her accident, he’s hired me on three separate occasions. One more ridiculous than the other, all paying an overly generous five hundred dollar fee. Enough to pay rent, enough to keep my nose above the surface at least. But I still feel like I’m drowning.
I turn on the hot water full blast and watch, as it turns brown, swirling its way down the drain taking the muck from my boots with it. This has charity written all over it. He knows I won’t take five bills to find a runaway dog,
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