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Title: Love Money
Author: Jami Wagner
Genre: Contemporary Romance
I’m good if you’re good.
I should just stop talking here. Call it good. Don’t bring up anything more till after this assignment. But then she laughs and it’s like a vise on my heart. I don’t want to not hear that laugh.
With Jimmy lying low and Clint thinking this means he needs to do the same, I’ve had a lot of free time in the last twenty-four hours. I’ve spent all of it thinking about how I should talk to Charlie about last night, which I’ve done. My head needs to be clear when the action at work picks back up.
Charlie stretches out her legs.
She looked good last night, but this version of Charlie is beyond words. She’s got on a pair of brown leggings and a cream top, a tunic I think is what they call them. The flats she has on fit her better than heels. Her hair is pulled into a bun with a few strays hanging on the sides of her face.
“I think it’s a good thing you ended up being my sister’s neighbor.”
“Oh yeah, why is—?”
Her entire body jumps when the whistle blows. The boys’ coach is looking directly as us, but he’s yelling at the boys again about not touching the ball with their hands.
“Do you know him?” I ask.
“I met him at the first practice, why?”
“Just curious. He’s looking over here like some jealous boyfriend.”
“Oh no, no, no, definitely not the case.”
“But he likes you.”
“I’m not sure about that.”
She shakes her head.
“Honestly,” I say, “I can tell by the way he’s looking at you.”
At this she rolls her eyes. “And how is that?”
“Like the way I can’t help but look at you right this moment.”
She’s picking at the grass and tossing it behind us, but her gaze is on mine and I can’t peel my eyes away.
And I should.
I need to.
My job depends on it.
Why can’t I remember this?
The easy banter between us makes me momentarily forget, like I always do when I’m with her, that I shouldn’t flirt. I’m still smiling back when someone calls her name.
“Charlie!” Sam shouts and runs over to us. Max is right behind him.
Her focus is still on me as they approach.
“Char—” Sam starts again, but now his attention is on me. “Uh … Mom.” The excitement is gone from Sam’s voice.
That was odd.
“Uncle Jett!” Max screams and lunges at me, hugging me around my neck. “Are you staying over again tonight again? If you are, can you play goalie for me and Sam? We want to work on our scoring!”
“I don’t know, buddy, I have some work to do,” I say with a heavy sigh.
“Just bring your computer like you did last night, please?” Max begs.
“I wish I could. Maybe in a couple weeks, okay?”
“Look,” Sam says, pulling his attention to a lone soccer ball. They race off toward it.
“Where exactly do you work?” Charlie asks, pausing as if she’s genuinely interested in the answer. “Your sister mentioned you have this weird amount of dedication to your job.”
Of course, she would.
“I work for the city,” I tell her. It’s my go-to answer.
“Oh, what do you do?”
“Um, I sort of freelance and help where they need me. Keeps me busy.”
I catch a glimpse of her tongue when she licks her lips, and it sparks something inside me. I want to reach for her and kiss her right here in front of everyone.
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