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I smirk then. “Good, then I’m doing my job. They can find me annoying all they want as long as they respect the fact that I’m a member.”

He shakes his head. “Testing brothers already? They respect you as much as one can when they don’t get to know someone. Maybe show them they have something worth respecting, and you will get much further. This lone wolf game you’ve been playing is getting old. Sap and Poutine are the only two other than your brother who you seem to talk to. What’s up with that?”

I paste on my silly smile as I slap my chest. “I didn’t know you cared so much, Predator. Well, to be honest, it all started when I was a boy. Learning to trust never came easily.”

He throws a stress ball at my head, making me duck.

“Fuck off with your bullshit. You need to decide if you are in or out. The brothers won’t tolerate you for much longer, otherwise.”

I nod. “Noted. Let me know about the other shit. I got places to be.”

“Uh-huh. Tell Julie I say hi. I haven’t run a background check on her yet, but I can if you need. A little late, but better than not at all.”

I shake my head. “No, thanks. I got my own relationship. Catch you later.”

I walk out without another word. Last thing I need is him digging into her. Once he sees who her father is, the alarm will go up. Even if she’s not a cop, she is associated with one. That would put a black mark on her name. They would never trust her.

We would have to leave.

I refuse to make her leave the only place she knows as home.

CHAPTER

TWENTY

Julie

“Ugh, I swear I sent the email to Bart, but he just emailed me saying he didn’t get it. I’m so screwed,” Lisa groans.

Not looking away from my screen, I reply, “Did you check your sent folder?”

“Why would I do that?”

I turn to look at her, raising a brow. “I don’t know. Maybe to verify that you sent it?”

She smacks her forehead. “Duh, why didn’t I think of that? Thank you.”

Shaking my head, I turn back to my computer and finish typing up an email to a potential client. Mr. VanDuran doesn’t take many cases like this one, but for some reason, I have a feeling he might. He has a thing for single parents who are getting raked over the coals.

“Julie, can you come in here please?” Mr. VanDuran says right as the phone rings.

“One second,” I tell him before picking up the phone.

“This is Mr. VanDuran’s office, Julie speaking. How can I help you?”

“Hi, I apologize. I think I have the wrong number,” a male voice says.

“That’s okay. Have a great day.” I hang up.

I grab the files on the edge of my desk and my phone, then head into Henry’s office.

He looks up when I enter.

“Everything okay?” he asks as I shut the door behind me.

“Yeah, wrong number, apparently.”

He frowns. “That’s strange.”