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Release Me

Release Me

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Autoren: J. Kenner
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either.
    “Today is Ashley’s wedding anniversary.”
    I feel Jamie’s hand close over mine and realize that I’m clenching the arm of the chaise so tight it’s a wonder the metal doesn’t crumble. How typical of my mother to remember my dead sister’sanniversary when she hardly ever bothered to remember her birthday when Ashley was alive.
    “Listen, Mother. I have to go.”
    “Are you dating anyone?”
    I close my eyes and count to ten. “No,” I say, but an image of Damien fills my mind.
    “Does that no mean yes?”
    “Mother, please.”
    “Nichole, you’re twenty-four years old. You’re beautiful—assuming you haven’t gotten even bigger in the hips—but you’re not getting any younger. And with your—well, we all have flaws, but yours are so extreme, and—”
    “Jesus, Mother.”
    “I’m simply saying that at twenty-four you need to be thinking about getting on with your life.”
    “That’s what I’m doing.” I lock eyes with Jamie, silently pleading for rescue.
    Get rid of her
, Jamie mouths.
    Like that’s easy …
    “Mother, seriously, I have to go. There’s someone at the door.” I cringe. I’m a terrible liar.
    Jamie scrambles off her chaise and sprints to the far side of the pool. “Nikki! Some guy’s at the door! Holy fuck, he’s gorgeous!”
    I clap my hand over my mouth, not sure if I’m mortified or thrilled.
    “Well, I’ll let you go, then,” my mother says. I can’t tell if she actually heard Jamie. I think I hear a tiny bit of excitement in her voice, but I might just be imagining it. “Goodbye, Nichole. Kiss-kiss.”
    That’s all it’s ever been. Never
I love you
. Just
kiss-kiss
, and then she hangs up before I can even answer.
    Jamie flops back down beside me, looking far too impressed with herself.
    “Oh. My. God,” I say. “Are you nuts?”
    “That was priceless,” she says. “Honestly, I wish I could have seen your mother’s face.”
    I maintain my stern expression, but secretly I agree.
    “Come on,” Jamie says, standing up and gathering her things. “Let’s go move our stuff to the dryer. And I’m still hungry. Wanna do pizza and a movie? How about
Annie Hall
? I hear it won an Oscar.”
    Jamie’s not the least bit interested in
Annie Hall
, and she dozes off about fifteen minutes into the movie. To be honest, I’m not entirely sure if she’s asleep or in a food coma from the six slices of pepperoni pizza she consumed within minutes of the delivery guy’s arrival at our door.
    Me, I love the movie, but that doesn’t mean I’ve been paying attention. No, I’ve been thinking about Damien Stark. About his offer, the one that my mother would
so
not approve of.
    The one I think I’ve decided to accept. I just need to ask Damien a couple of questions.
    Be careful
.
    He’s dangerous
.
    I don’t believe it. Not really. Not the way Ollie means. But I need to know for sure.
    Butterflies dance in my belly as I grab my phone off the charging station by the sofa and pad barefoot to my bedroom. My laundry, I realize, is still in the dryer. But my panties can wait.
    I scroll back through my incoming calls and find his number. I hesitate only a second, and then I dial.
    “Nikki,” Stark says, before the first ring dies out. He sounds relieved to hear from me.
    “What happened to Sara Padgett?” The question bursts out of me. I have to ask while I have the nerve.
    I can feel the chill coming off Damien all the way through the phone line.
    “She died, Nikki. But I believe you already knew that.”
    “I want to know how,” I say. “And I want to know about the two of you. Your security got all riled up yesterday when someone named Padgett showed up. And if I’m going to—”
    “What?”
    I suck in a breath. “If I’m going to consider your very generous offer, I need to understand the kind of man I’m dealing with.”
    “Jesus.” For a moment I hear only traffic noise. He must be in his car.
    “Damien?”
    “I’m here. This is bullshit, Nikki. You know that right?”
    “No,” I say. “I don’t know shit because you’re not telling me anything.”
    The words, when they come, sound grudging. “Sara Padgett and her brother, Eric, inherited a controlling share of an interesting little company called Padgett Enviro-Works from their father. The company had made their father quite wealthy, but it lost its edge after he passed away, and started spiraling downward. Eric was failing at management and Sara wasn’t interested in the

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