Page 5 of My Prince

“I don’t want Pirate,” she grumbled.

“Pirate know that?”

She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t know what you’re trying to say, but there isn’t anything going on between me and Pirate. You guys are always pushing him on us, not vice versa.”

“Right,” I drawled.

She put her hands on her hips and glared at me. “I don’t like what you are insinuating, Fade. I’m here to do my job, and that is it. If Pirate has any feelings for me, I can tell you that I am not doing anything to encourage them.”

I didn’t say anything.

I had told her everything I wanted to. I wasn’t interested in being interviewed, and that was it.

“I don’t want to have to run to Yarder about you, Fade.”

“Cupcake, run to Yarder all you want. It isn’t going to change my answer.”

She thinned her lips but didn’t argue anymore. She turned on her heel with a huff and headed toward the clubhouse. “Later, cupcake,” I called.

“This isn’t the last you’ll hear of this, Fade,” she shouted.

“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered under my breath. “Good luck.”

Adalee had nine other guys she could talk to about what happened; she didn’t need me.

Chapter Four

Adalee

“No luck?”

I glared at Garett and flopped onto the couch. “It’s like these guys think I’m asking for their firstborn or something. All I want is a few minutes of their time so I don’t get fired and end up living down by the river in a van.”

The guys were in the empty bedroom Yarder had designated to us to use for our equipment and stuff when we were at the clubhouse.

“You know,” Mark interrupted. “That was pretty dire about ten years ago, but now some people aim for that. Have you ever priced out an RV? Those things cost as much as a damn house these days.”

“How about a cardboard box?” I asked. “Is that dire enough?”

Mark shrugged. “I mean, where the network has us put up right now is like a cardboard box.”

“Oh, please.” I rolled my eyes. “Just because you don’t have four bedrooms and two living areas doesn’t make it a cardboard box, Mark. I think your bougie is showing.”

Mark flipped me off. “Is it a crime to want to have space? I like what I like. Garett feels the same way I do. We’re living in shoe boxes next to each other.”

“For the record, I think the place they put us up in is fine, but there is no way I could live there longer than a few months. So, I’m on neither of your sides. I’m Switzerland in all of this.”

That was Garett for you. He never wanted to rock the boat while Mark was ready to capsize the whole thing if he wanted to.

“Blah, blah,” Mark grumbled.

“We know,” Garett and I called in unison.

“If you were part of the club, I’m sure your road name would be Switzerland,” I joked.

“I’d call you Swizzle Stick for short,” Mark chuckled.

“You always say you shorten names, but I’m pretty sure Swizzle Stick isn’t shorter than Switzerland,” I pointed out.

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