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are heading to Maui for their anniversary. ”
    “ Must be nice, ” Sara scoffs. “ Can ’ t she stay by herself? ”
    I
chuckle and turned my head to look at her. “ I
suppose if they hadn ’ t had to deal with me first, they might have let her.
Actually, no, probably not. Her father ’ s too paranoid. He likes to punish her before she does
anything wrong. ”
    Claire
is my half sister; we have the same mother. You ’ d never know it by looking at us,
though. I ’ m
short and skinny with brown hair and dark-blue eyes. Claire is a good three
inches taller than me. She ’ s got curves that could cause a car accident, white-blond hair,
and eyes the color of glacier ice.
    “ Whatup, ladies? ”
    I
grin as Warren enters the room with a travel tray full of Starbucks.
    “ Warren, you ’ re my hero, ” Sara sings, jumping up and grabbing a paper cup from the
tray.
    “ So mami , ” he purrs, sitting down on the edge of my desk and handing
me a coffee. “ Word on the street is that you placed
the Davidson boys at Wyatt House. How was that? Did you get to meet Mr. Hottie-with-a-Body? ”
    Kate
reaches over, grabbing a coffee and listening intently for my answer. I work
with a bunch of teenage girls.
    “ Jesus Christ, you all are pathetic. ”
    “ Oh, don ’ t go there, princess. You can ’ t tell me you didn ’ t notice. ” He doesn ’ t even have to clarify. Of course I
noticed. I noticed more than I should have.
    “ Dean was an asshole to her. ” Sara laughs. I frown.
    “ Was he now? ” Warren says, sticking his tongue out and biting on it.
    “ Have you had a kid there? ” I ask.
    “ No. I go to their Christmas fundraiser
every year, though. My papi donates big time. ”
    Warren ’ s father is Jose De Jesus, a corporate
big shot in the world of finance. He ’ s worth $1.2 billion or something like that. Warren makes forty-one
thousand dollars per year and donates every cent to a local LGBTQ foundation.
He ’ s
one of the nicest, most generous guys I know. He ’ s also extremely good-looking ; one of those
gender-neutral beauties. He ’ s ripped like the sexiest of men, but
there ’ s
a feminine quality about him, too.
    “ Sadly, I believe the younger Mr. Wyatt
prefers the ladies, “ Warren adds with a pout. I can ’ t deny the stab of jealousy that courses through me. There
is no rational reason for it, though. I just met the guy, and I don ’ t even like him. He ’ s
irritating and mean.
    I
ignore the rest of their chatter when the topic changes to one of Warren ’ s court reports. Pulling up my email I
see that I do, in fact, have a message from Dean Wyatt. My stomach flip-flops
in the same way it does every time I hit a downslope on a roller coaster. I
hate roller coasters.
     
Kayla,
Here is the list of all Wyatt House employees. If you need anything else,
please do not hesitate to call.
All my best,
Dean A. Wyatt
     
    Opening up the attachment, I read all the names as
well as their positions. Aiden Wyatt,
CEO; Dean Wyatt, COO; Emily Wyatt, CFO; Tracey Halloway, Assistant CFO/House Manager;
William Halloway, maintenance . Joseph and Maria Wyatt are also listed along
with a handful of others who appear to be mostly contractors. I print out the
list to put into Logan and Matty’s files and sign off my computer.
    “ All right, I gotta get out of here, ” I grumble. “ I guess I ’ ll do my court report at home. ”
    “ Did you put in for your overtime? ” Kate asks.
    “ Yes. Do you think I ’ ll actually get paid for it this time? ” I ask, picking up my coffee and my bag. Kate laughs and
shakes her head.
    “ At least you ’ ll get comp time. ”
    “ Fantastic, ” I say sarcastically. In the six years I ’ ve worked for DHS, I have accumulated
well over six months of comp and vacation time that I will probably never get a
chance to use.
    I
confidently head through the door, past the security desk, and out to my car.
By the time I reach Wyatt House, my stomach is in my