Page 8 of Unspoken Confessions
After that, Jen ran down all the codes and handed us a tablet that allowed us to pull up the security camera feeds. Austin informed Jen that we’d have one of our colleagues out here later to check over everything and add any additional security he saw necessary. Jen nodded in agreement but told us he wanted to know when since he wanted to be there to watch him.
After everything had been gone over and all the important numbers had been plugged into cellphones, Jen left us to get settled.
“Aww, come on Grumpy Pants, this job is exciting,” Austin said as we headed back out to grab our gear from the SUV. “At least we get a break from all the heavy stuff.”
There was something in his eyes that I recognized. I might have said I’d seen it in my own eyes a time or two when I looked in a mirror after a long, hard mission. I hated that I wanted to agree with him. But there was also a part of me that felt like I wasn’t doing enough by taking this easy job.
Nothing could be done about it. So I had no choice but to settle in and protect the person we were being paid to protect.
I forcefully grabbed my bag and walked back into the house without a care if Austin was behind me or not.
Inside the room that I’d been given, I took in a long breath. For some odd reason, this room didn’t fit the rest of the house. It was darker. The walls were painted navy and the furnishings were made out of dark wood. The bed had those fucking tall posts that I thought were pointless. God, I really hated it. My grandma would have liked this room. And that was all I could think as I walked over to the tall dresser and began to unload my clothes from my bag.
I paused, taking a good long look at the dresser before setting my shirts inside. Something washed over me and I couldn’t even begin to explain it. The fact that this room was so different from everything I’d seen didn’t sit right with me. In fact, I felt a little uneasy about staying in it. I suppose I could have asked Austin to switch with me, but that would have involved talking to him. And I’m sure he would have found some way to make a big deal out of it. He’d switch, I had no doubt, but it would end up feeling like I owed him a favor.
Yeah, fuck that.
With a clearing shake of my head, I angrily stuffed my shirts into the drawer and quickly closed it.
I wasn’t going to let this fucking room get to me.
No fucking way.
I wasn’t going to let Austin get under my skin.
And I certainly wasn’t going to let Mr. Movie Star get to me either.
I had this. It was just a job and I needed to start looking at it like it was only that.
