Page 200 of When a Soul Cries
I could picture myself doing it.
That scared me too.
Because for the first time since Cash Market, I could see something beyond surviving the next twenty-four hours.
Something that belonged to me.
A paycheck.
A routine.
A chance to rebuild.
Rome leaned against one of the desks.
“Well?”
I looked around again.
“I said I’d consider it.”
His mouth curved.
“That mean you like it.”
“That means I’ll consider it.”
“Okay.”
I rolled my eyes.
He pushed away from the desk.
“One more thing.”
“What?”
“I wanna take you somewhere tonight.”
I looked at him.
“Where?”
“Dinner.”
“We’ve eaten dinner before.”
“Not like this.”
My stomach did something stupid.
And this time I knew exactly why.
Rome stepped closer.
Not enough to touch me.
Just enough that I caught the scent of his cologne.
