Page 37 of Unwritten Rules

I was tired of being seen like the black sheep. The disappointing bastard that showed up on his doorstep about two decades ago. The face that reminded him of his dead daughter. I planned to prove myself or die trying by getting him the information he looked for–even if I didn’t know what his meetings were about or what knowledge he had.

I also needed to make my plan for catching Blondie off guard.Maybe some light kidnapping.

“Reaper?” I asked into the room.

“Yeah, boss?”

“Find out what you can about what he just said and make him disappear.”

?Chapter 11

Fallon

Homework began earlyin the semester, considering I’d chosen to take online classes to get more out of my weeks with Kelly. They started early with reading assignments. Fall was the perfect season to have free days for exploring and have late nights for scrambling to finish classwork. I loved Halloween and I would not be missing out on the adventures of spooky season.

Every year we had a tradition of corn mazes, haunted houses, scary movie marathons, and a lot of candy.

No exceptions.

“How are your assignments going?” Kelly poked her head over her laptop.

“I finished most of my work, but I got a head start so we have time to dick around this week without worrying about some of these assignments. This year is going to be crazy since I’m going to play catch up with my classes now that Imustchange my major because some businessman told me I’mobligatedto.” I shoved a sour gummy worm into my mouth.

“Geez. Sorry I asked. I was going to say English was hard, but I will respectfully keep my mouth shut about the difficulties of my classes around you.” Sarcasm dripped from her tone before she laughed and threw her pencil at me.

I closed my laptop in defeat. I wanted to be an exercise science major, but duty called, and I needed to be a CEO babe. Turning off the music from the Bluetooth speaker, I shoved the laptop aside and sighed.

“I also need to tell you something. I needed time to process it, but I think I’m ready now.”

She closed her laptop slowly. Her mouth was wide open in surprise. “Are you pregnant? Is it Brent’s?”

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. How would it have been Brent’s? Or anyone’s? “How would I even know I was pregnant if I supposedly had sex less than a month ago? Don’t people usually find out after like six to eight weeks? Also,” I threw a pillow at her. “I didn’t have sex withanyonelet alone that fuckboy.”

“Then what else could need that much time of contemplation?” she retorted.

Good point. “Garrett asked me to be his official girlfriend at the party.”

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