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Chapter 8

Sanya
I
t’s Friday, and I practically fly my car out the office complex. I hit a corner
almost on two wheels because I’m so done with Gibson Automotive for the
next two days. I belt out the Foo Fighters’ “Pretender” until I start to get the
intense feeling that I’ve forgotten something important. I sigh and swing my car in
a record-breaking U-turn, earning a few honks and one-finger salutes. I can’t recall
just yet, but I’ve learned to go with the feeling. I pull up to the building and throw
my car in park.
I squeeze my eyes closed and place the tips of my forefingers to my temples as
if this makes me think better.

“What was it? What was it?” I chant, willing myself to remember what I’m
forgetting.
A loud knock on the passenger window startles me. I jump in my seat, and the
belt almost chokes me. Amused amber eyes sparkle from the other side of the
window. Yikes! I almost left without Henry. A shaky finger jabs the unlock button,
and the locks click in response.
“You forgot me, didn’t you?” I shake my head in the negative, prepared to deny
it until the end. His sexy laugh fills the car, and I can feel those yellowish-brown
orbs boring into the side of my head.
I cede within seconds, suddenly embarrassed. Whew! I could never be trusted
with a major government secret; I’d fold at the first signs of torture. I grab the
steering wheel with both hands and hang my head like a wayward puppy.
“Okay, I did forget.”
“But!” I rebut, popping my head up to point at him. “I came back.”