Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate (Adelaide) novel Chapter 35

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We clinked our glasses and downed the whisky. When our eyes met, I saw her differently, and I

wanted to know just what her connection to Jake was. I didn’t care what it was, really I just

wanted to know more about Briar. Yeah, I was supposed to be collecting information to figure

out just who she was and why she was here. Personally though, none of that mattered much to

me anymore. He would just have to take my word for it. My phone chirped again as if on cue.

I’d have to give him something soon to get him off my back. I didn’t know why, but I felt like I

needed to be careful with what I told him. He couldn’t know my loyalties could be

compromised in this until I had more information.

I cleared two full plates of food and Briar was watching me, amused as I went for another

helping of salad. She collected the empty plates, and the now empty salad bowl, from the

counter, and started stacking the prep dishes at the sink.

“What are you doing?” I asked, around a mouth full of cucumber and lettuce.

“Dishes.”

“You’re supposed to be resting, that’s what the dishwasher is for.” She made a face. “What?” I

asked.

“Do those things even clean properly?”

“Good enough for me. What? You never used one?”

“What about “Appalachian poor”, says “had a dishwasher” to you?” she asked.

Well, I suppose she had me there. She opened it and peered inside like she was trying to

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figure the thing out. I got up with my salad, taking another obnoxiously large bite, before

setting it on the counter and grabbing the dishwashing pods from under the sink. She stepped

back to allow me to drop the pods into the compartment and close it. She watched me as I

added cups and silverware and then bowls and plates. I picked my salad up again, and she

started condensing the food on the counter and adding things into the dishwasher. When I

finished, I added my bowl to the top rack, shut it, and pressed a few buttons on the dial to

start it. She looked at me strangely then shrugged.

“I still don’t trust it,” she said, walking away and wrapping up the last plate of food with foil.

She slid it into the fridge and before she could shut it I stopped the door and offered her

another beer while grabbing myself another one.

“You gonna be alright taking me home,” she asked, eyeing the bottle nervously.

“Yeah, I promise I’m not a lightweight, but if you’d rather stay, I have three empty bedrooms

with beds more comfortable then Jake’s couch,” I pointed out. It was her choice, of course, I

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