Page 110 of #Bossholes

Fuck.Fuck.My stomach lurches, and if I’d had lunch it would be all over my shoes.

James had been with us for years. Up until this very moment, I would have considered him our most loyal employee. What the fuck did we do to piss him off? If he was that hard up for cash, he could have asked for a raise, and I’d have given it to him no problem.

But no, he had to team up with whoever the fuck Brianna is to get Kinsley out of the way…for what?

Why the hell didn’t I question things? Why did I let my past blind me from my future?

I’ve ruined everything.

“Brianna and James, you’re sure? It wasn’t Kinsley?” Fuck, I need him to be sure.

“I’m positive. I recognized James from your reception desk. The two of them came together once most of the staff had cleared out for the day. I was about to head home, but they caught me right as I was packing up.”

I drop my head in my hands.

She was telling the truth. She didn’t do it. Someone set her up.

It’s not until Thomas speaks again that I realize he’s sat in the chair next to me. “I’m sorry about what happened with Whitney all those years ago. I never apologized, and I should have. We were young and in love. I know that’s not an excuse, but I was a shit friend.”

“Yeah.” I huff a laugh. “You were.”

“I know I’m probably the last person you want to talk to, but I’m here if you need it.” He places a light hand on my shoulder, and while my first instinct is to shake it off, I don’t.

But I’m also not spilling my guts to him, even if he did apologize. “No offense, Thomas, but you’re correct.”

“Fair enough.” He laughs, slaps me on the back, and points toward my outfit. “But if you’re going to go talk to your girl, you might want to look in a mirror.”

Fuck him.

I’m not ready to go after Kinsley, not yet.

First, I need to talk to Wyatt and Brantley. They need to know the truth, and then we can try to get our girl back. And hope to God she can forgive us.

FIFTY-SEVEN

Kinsley

Say something.Colin signs to me as soon as they bring him back to the patient room in the doctor’s office.

“This is so exciting. Can you hear me?” I make sure to talk clearly but still sign.

I can’t understand what you’re saying, but I can hear your voice.It’s weird.His whole face scrunches up, and I don’t care if I sound weird, robotic, or high pitched.

He can hear me.

I pull him in for a hug, one he immediately tries to push out of, but I’m stronger and squish his face to mine. For the first time since he was a baby, he can hear sound, and that’s a start. In a few months, he should be able to start understanding and communicating back.

This is the one good thing in my life.

I have no job, no boyfriends, no real place to live, but my brother can finally freaking hear. It was all worth it. All the bullshit and heartbreak and loss, it was all worth it because it brought us to this moment.

As much as I hate the pain radiating through my chest every time I think of my former bosses, I’d do it all again.

My eyes burn with unshed tears, and my chest heaves as I try to keep them at bay. Hell, I feel like I’ve done nothing but cry for the past couple weeks, but at least these tears are happy ones.

When I finally let him pull back, he swipes under his eyes, a large smile plastered on his face, and I can’t help it anymore. The dam breaks, and my tears flow freely as I smile back but when I try to grab him for another hug, he steps just out of my reach.

You’re so embarrassing.His cheeks turn pink as he glances at the nurse lurking just inside the doorway.

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