13

CARLY

“You are buying me lunch at a food cart?” I asked him in surprise. I like it more when people treat just an ordinary girl. In his defense, he didn’t have any idea who I was.

“You can’t be picky for a free meal. And you mentioned that you want a burger or a chicken sandwich.” Rome was smiling as we filled in line, waiting for our turn, and it was actually pretty long.

“Boss, do you need help?”

“No, Zee. You go ahead and take a break.”

“Boss,” Zee hesitated.

“I was in the military too, and may I remind you that I worked in security service once. I can handle myself. And Storm is safe with me. Now, go.” He literally shooed Zee away.

“I’ll be right back. Call me—”

“We’ll be fine.”

When Zee left, I turned to my boss. “So, tell me about the last girl.”

“What last girl?” he asked innocently.

“Where is she now?”

“No idea. I’m not keeping track of my exes.”

“How many?”

“Tell me about the asshole.” I knew who he was referring to.

“He was good at what he did.”

“In bed?” I