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the man of my dreams wanted me to give up on my other dreams. It couldn’t get much worse.
    I broke a piece off from a bread roll and stuffed it in my mouth. It even hurt to chew. Pierce returned minutes later. ‘Is everything alright?’ I asked as he sat back down across from me. God, it was so unfair. No man could ever look as handsome as he did pushing his glasses up his nose. ‘Bremy, we have a problem.’
    â€˜I know. I know,’ I moaned. ‘I want to make this work so badly.’
    â€˜Me too, but—’
    I screwed my eyebrows up into a sad peak. ‘But there’s the crime fighting.’
    â€˜I know,’ he said quickly, then added, ‘but when you were in the wrestling ring tonight—’
    â€˜And then there’s your issues with danger,’ I said, waving my hands a little.
    â€˜Bremy, seriously, at the ring tonight—’
    â€˜And then there’s the passion. The passion that threatens to consume us both.’
    â€˜â€”You didn’t happen to go by the name Little Chicken?’

Chapter 7
    â€˜Wait,’ I said, successfully derailed. ‘Did you just say Little Chicken?’
    He nodded. ‘The paper wants me to come in and do a story on an underground fighting ring. Apparently they had an undercover photographer at the match tonight, and they have some pictures, including one of a wrestler who goes by the name Little Chicken?’
    I pushed my plate back and thunked my head down on the table, making all the silverware clatter.
    â€˜I take it this is not a picture you want making it to press?’
    I rolled my forehead against the tablecloth. On the one hand, I couldn’t see how it would really be a problem, but then again, on the other, someone could put two and two together and realise Little Chicken was also The Sidekick, and Lee Lee—or maybe it was Daisy—had recognised me as that socialite bitch, and all of those connections could not be good … not with my father’s presence always looming in the background. Did he want me to humiliate myself? Or was he still worried about the family image? I was so confused. The one thing I did know for sure was that I wanted to build up The Sidekick’s credibility, and being known as Little Chicken was not the way to do that. ‘Not really.’
    â€˜Maybe I should go in and see what I can do.’
    I flung my head up. Pierce was already waving down a server for the check. ‘I don’t want you to sacrifice your journalistic integrity.’
    â€˜Bremy, I still care about you.’ He planted his palms on the table before looking up to meet my gaze. ‘I would really like it if we could be friends.’
    â€˜Bite your filthy tongue,’ I said with a gasp. ‘What a horrible thing to say.’
    He smiled. ‘We should call it a night. I really need to get over to the paper if I’m going to stop Little Chicken from going to press. But I think it’s only fair for me to tell you that—’
    â€˜Bup! Bup! Bup!’ I said, waving my hand at his face. I did not want to continue this conversation. I did not like where it was leading. ‘You don’t need to tell me now. We can talk about it Friday.’
    â€˜Friday?’
    â€˜Oh, didn’t I mention I was invited to that museum event too?’ I gave myself a mental high five. Now that was some quick thinking on my part. Sure, Ryder had gotten away from me tonight, but there was no way I was letting Pierce slip out of my grasp.
    â€˜No, you didn’t.’
    â€˜Huh,’ I said. ‘Well, I am. Been on my calendar for months. You know, it’s almost like the universe is trying to tell us something.’
    He stood and moved to pull my chair out for me. ‘Yes, like I am in so much trouble.’
    â€˜It’s open to interpretation,’ I said, getting to my feet. ‘Oh, and Pierce,’ I added, shivering as he placed his warm hand