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liberate her—to somehow offer recompense for her service to his sister. But if he moved out now, Danielle would worry like a crazy woman.
“She’s really pretty,” Vance accidentally said out loud as he sat down at the table to start on the bowl of ice cream Danielle had dished up for him.
“You mean Boston?” Danielle asked.
Vance grimaced, disgusted with himself for having slipped up in revealing his thoughts.
“Yeah. Sort of in a throwback way, huh…like classically, naturally pretty. She’s got great hair…kind of like copper…or cinnamon.” Danielle looked at Vance and seemed to study him for a moment. “And the same color of eyes you do, I think.”
“Really?” he mumbled, feigning ignorance. Of course he’d noticed her green eyes—like warm jade. He wished he hadn’t moved in with Danielle so her friend could’ve found instant escape from her poisonous snake of a roommate.
“Rocky road,” he said as he tasted the ice cream. “My favorite.”
“I know,” Danielle said, smiling at him.
Vance’s heart nearly broke as he looked at her—thought of her pain. Her hidden pain caused him to feel sick for a moment. He had trouble keeping moisture from rising to his eyes.
Vance forced a smile. He didn’t want her to see his barely withheld emotion—didn’t want to cause her to think of the past, of pain again. So he ate his ice cream, talked with his sister concerning the details of his upcoming new job, and tried not to think about what a venomous reptile was waiting for Boston Rhodes back at the viper’s lair.
Chapter Four
Monday seemed long—at least Boston’s time at work seemed to drag. For one thing, she was tired. For three nights running, she’d been up well after midnight, and the late nights and early mornings were starting to catch up with her. Sunday with Steph had been just as intolerable as Friday and Saturday nights, and Boston had ended up seeking escape and respite at Danielle’s again. She’d decided to wait to talk to any of her friends about staying with them for the two weeks from the time Steph wanted her out until Vance moved to his place and out of Danielle’s. But the longer she was forced to deal with Steph, the more she realized she had to do something soon. She couldn’t continue to endure Stephanie’s hateful remarks—couldn’t continue to be provoked and remain unresponsive.
It was probably one reason work seemed so long on Monday—the fact that Boston’s mind was so preoccupied with her apartment situation. She’d nearly lost her temper when Mr. Mercer had whacked her on the rear end after lunch. Sure, he would’ve deserved it, and she shouldn’t let him treat her that way, but she wanted that assistant news scriptwriter’s job and knew she had to play her cards just so for a little longer. Therefore, somehow she’d managed not to scream at him, stopped herself from slapping him soundly across his arrogant face, and kept from running to HR to finally report him. A week or two more and she’d know if the promotion were hers—then she would no longer put up with Dominic Mercer’s stupidity.
The good thing about the day was that Stephanie wasn’t home when Boston arrived there after work. Boston knew Steph often worked out at the health club right after work on Mondays. She was so grateful for the short reprieve. It gave her some quiet time to relax before heading over to Danielle’s to pick her up for cake decorating.
Boston and Danielle had signed up for a cake decorating class. It was quite a commitment—every Monday night for two months—and sometimes Boston wished they hadn’t signed up. Still, there were fun things about it—and only three weeks left. Furthermore, she and Danielle were getting pretty good at decorating cakes! A new skill was always an asset, and it was fun to be with Danielle and do something a little off the regular schedule grid.
After a light dinner of a sliced apple and a few spoonfuls of peanut
“She’s really pretty,” Vance accidentally said out loud as he sat down at the table to start on the bowl of ice cream Danielle had dished up for him.
“You mean Boston?” Danielle asked.
Vance grimaced, disgusted with himself for having slipped up in revealing his thoughts.
“Yeah. Sort of in a throwback way, huh…like classically, naturally pretty. She’s got great hair…kind of like copper…or cinnamon.” Danielle looked at Vance and seemed to study him for a moment. “And the same color of eyes you do, I think.”
“Really?” he mumbled, feigning ignorance. Of course he’d noticed her green eyes—like warm jade. He wished he hadn’t moved in with Danielle so her friend could’ve found instant escape from her poisonous snake of a roommate.
“Rocky road,” he said as he tasted the ice cream. “My favorite.”
“I know,” Danielle said, smiling at him.
Vance’s heart nearly broke as he looked at her—thought of her pain. Her hidden pain caused him to feel sick for a moment. He had trouble keeping moisture from rising to his eyes.
Vance forced a smile. He didn’t want her to see his barely withheld emotion—didn’t want to cause her to think of the past, of pain again. So he ate his ice cream, talked with his sister concerning the details of his upcoming new job, and tried not to think about what a venomous reptile was waiting for Boston Rhodes back at the viper’s lair.
Chapter Four
Monday seemed long—at least Boston’s time at work seemed to drag. For one thing, she was tired. For three nights running, she’d been up well after midnight, and the late nights and early mornings were starting to catch up with her. Sunday with Steph had been just as intolerable as Friday and Saturday nights, and Boston had ended up seeking escape and respite at Danielle’s again. She’d decided to wait to talk to any of her friends about staying with them for the two weeks from the time Steph wanted her out until Vance moved to his place and out of Danielle’s. But the longer she was forced to deal with Steph, the more she realized she had to do something soon. She couldn’t continue to endure Stephanie’s hateful remarks—couldn’t continue to be provoked and remain unresponsive.
It was probably one reason work seemed so long on Monday—the fact that Boston’s mind was so preoccupied with her apartment situation. She’d nearly lost her temper when Mr. Mercer had whacked her on the rear end after lunch. Sure, he would’ve deserved it, and she shouldn’t let him treat her that way, but she wanted that assistant news scriptwriter’s job and knew she had to play her cards just so for a little longer. Therefore, somehow she’d managed not to scream at him, stopped herself from slapping him soundly across his arrogant face, and kept from running to HR to finally report him. A week or two more and she’d know if the promotion were hers—then she would no longer put up with Dominic Mercer’s stupidity.
The good thing about the day was that Stephanie wasn’t home when Boston arrived there after work. Boston knew Steph often worked out at the health club right after work on Mondays. She was so grateful for the short reprieve. It gave her some quiet time to relax before heading over to Danielle’s to pick her up for cake decorating.
Boston and Danielle had signed up for a cake decorating class. It was quite a commitment—every Monday night for two months—and sometimes Boston wished they hadn’t signed up. Still, there were fun things about it—and only three weeks left. Furthermore, she and Danielle were getting pretty good at decorating cakes! A new skill was always an asset, and it was fun to be with Danielle and do something a little off the regular schedule grid.
After a light dinner of a sliced apple and a few spoonfuls of peanut
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