Page 104 of Hide and Keep

“Because…” I scramble to think of something. “It didn’t reek like cat food before.”

Cat food?Why am I like this?

“That’s probably your fault, too,” Crue mutters, glancing at the manor, then me. “Did you take your medicine?”

With or without a yeast infection, my pussy doesn’t smell like cat food.

“In front of my father?” Shaking my head, I walk around to the Sapphire’s passenger side.

“What’d he want to talk to you about?”

“How cheap your car looks, and since nothing about the Munreauxs is cheap, I can’t be seen in it anymore.”

His eyebrows dip. “Is thatallhe wanted to talk to you about?”

Did he hear something?

“No. He said you were fired, effective immediately.”

His expression flattens out as he comes over to stand so close that shot of adrenaline doubles, making my skin tingle.

“Then why are you waiting for me to get the passenger door ofyourcar?”

He opens said door.

On an eye roll, I get in.

Whatever. I didn’t actually expect him to fall for it.

Dusting my immaculate high-waisted pleated skirt, I tell him, “Because you just sent away who I really wanted to ride…” I glance up at him before adding, “With.”

Crue closes the door, muting his colorful curses.

Totes profesh, Major.

“Where’s your meeting?” he asks after he’s taken care of his car and jumped into the driver’s seat of mine, handing me a jar with granola and fruit atop a white creamy substance.

“More mashed potatoes?”

“What?” Crue pauses his dramatic perusal of my dashboard to look at me. “No. That’s yogurt.”

“How do you know?”

“Because Ryan said it was in his description.”

“I didn’t hear him—”

“Plain Greek yogurt. He said it. You can go in and ask him if you want.”

I’m not going back in there, especially not to talk to that person. But Crue’s getting a little too defensive about this.

“Did you do something to it?”

“No. Jesus. Just eat your breakfast.”

He rolls down the driveway.

“And tell me where we’re going.”

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