Safe Passage by Kate Owen Read Free Book Online

twinkling gaze and a mischievous smile. "Gaydar is not genetic."
    Jules coughed on the Dr. Pepper she was drinking. "Funny," she choked out.
    "I can't let you have all the funny, it's not really fair."
    "Okay, sometime when we are not at work, I will explain my bad gaydar."
    "Deal. Would your grandfather know who Evie was?"
    "He might have been very helpful to us, if he weren't dead."
    "Oh. Yeah, not so helpful. What else was in the safe?"
    "A portrait of who I assume now was Evie, some newspaper clippings, a journal, and a gun."
    Gen's eyes widened. "A journal?"
    "Yes, I hadn't looked in it yet, because I wanted to respect Auntie's privacy. But I guess I can take a look at it."
    "Not without me, we're in this together."
    "Okay, well, I have practice after school tonight."
    "Practice before and after school?"
    "Yup, both before and after school on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. Monday and Friday it's just before.  That's why we win. It's in the gym, dryland time, so I should be done around five. I was planning to take Samson to the dog park tonight, but we can keep researching instead."
    "Let me pick up some Thai tonight, you're going to be here late."
    Jules grinned. "I won't say no, I love Thai. So meet at my place around six?"
    "Oh, it is earlier if you don't have to cook."
    "To be fair, I had to go to the fish market yesterday, and I had to clean up my place. Now I don't have to stop at the store, and it's already clean."
    "Fair enough," Gen said. "So I get a tour, right? You promised."
    Jules nodded in mock solemnity. "Of course, I wouldn't go back on a promise."
    "Am I interrupting?"
    Mike sat down next to Jules with a shit-eating grin.
    "You're not interrupting what you'd like to be, Mike," Jules shot back.
    "JD, you wound me."
    "Actually, I'm glad you’re here. Courtney Higgins needs to get some extra workouts from you today."
    "What did Maggie get her to do now?"
    "Passing notes."
    Mike snorted and then laughed. "Oh, that's all? Jules, don't be such a hard ass."
    Jules took the note out of her pocket and slid it over to him. His eyes moved rapidly across the paper and he laughed out loud. "Oh, Jules, another one of my girls has fallen for you."
    "That would be the part you focused on," Jules muttered, while Gen tried to hide her laughter.
    "Well, that and Delapois. Hilarious." Mike grinned then sobered and nodded. "Yeah this isn't appropriate. I mean I don't really care what they say about you, Jules, but Genevieve here is a lady."
    Jules rolled her eyes. "Yes, I know."
    "I would have paid to see your reaction, Jules."
    "It was very controlled anger," Gen explained.
    Jules shrugged off the compliment. "So, Mike, we're going to handle this in-house."
    "Your call, JD. After all, according to Courtney, you are one hot piece of ass." Mike stood and walked out the door.
    Gen laughed. "He's refreshing."
    "He is that," Jules said as she finished her Dr. Pepper.
    "I'll see you tonight at six, if not before." Gen touched Jules' shoulder in parting.
    "Right, tonight." Jules grabbed one of her water bottles from the fridge and headed back to her classroom.
    *~*~*
    Jules watched her team do their weight training, nodding as she kept track of everybody. Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she pulled it out glancing down at the text from an unknown number.
    Pad Thai ok? How spicy? -G
    Jules texted back that pad Thai was fine and "Spicy 4" was where she usually landed. She saved Gen's number in her phone and looked up to see Mike rolling his eyes and cracking an imaginary whip. She went over to one of the rowing machines and began to work off her excess energy. She had been in the zone for twenty minutes when she heard a gasp. She looked to her left, and saw Courtney standing there gazing at her. "Shit, double shit, balls," she muttered so low that no one else heard. She jumped off the rowing machine and pulled on a windbreaker.
    Mike jogged over. "Higgins, you just won yourself five more rounds of running the bleachers. I'd