Page 72 of Fish out of Water

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I made it to my feet.

Put my body in front of hers.

With five seconds to spare.

Chapter Fifteen

Julia

“STAY BEHIND ME, Jules.” Grant’s voice was low enough I could still hear the twist of the knob as someone opened the door to the closet.

I fully intended to stay behind him.

Not that it would preserve any dignity I had left.

There was only one reason we would be in here. It was a pretty cut and dried situation.

Grant barely stiffened. “You.”

The urge to peek around him and see who caught us was strong.

But the desire to stay hidden was stronger. My cheeks were still flaming hot and my legs were still wobbly from—

Coat closet cunnilingus.

My mother would die if she could see me now. In a dress cut up to my cooch, caught doing debaucherous things where old people dined and danced.

And interrupted, apparently.

“Where’s the money?”

Wait. The money?

My stomach dropped.

We hadn’t been caught. Not in the way I thought.

“Where’s Vito?” Grant’s voice sounded different than normal.

Deeper. Lower.

A little scary.

In a good way.

“Give us the money and we’ll tell you.”

Us. There was more than one of them again. Awesome.

I scanned the limited bit of the closet I could see from my spot tucked between Grant and the back wall. I was about as trapped as it got. If they made it past Grant I was a sitting duck with nothing but a plaid men’s coat to protect myself with.

I edged back until my heels hit the wall.

My heels.

“Tell me where he is and I’ll give you the money.” Grant didn’t sound bothered at all by the situation we were in. Even his stance would seem relaxed to most people. But I’d seen Grant relaxed.

This was not that. This was the Grant who whisked me out of the mailroom.

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