I might as well have told Adrian I wanted to move in with him. I clean myself up some in the bathroom and reluctantly stroll back to him. My phone begins vibrating on the nightstand, and I welcome the intrusion. Picking it up, I see I received a text from Tara. Tara: Hi, chick. Want to go shopping? I bite the corner of my lip after reading her message. I haven’t spoken to her since before my fight with Mr. Glover, and I was sure she would be pissed at me over getting moved out of the Elite lounge. I should see her and tell her the truth about my identity, but I don’t need to spend money shopping now that I’m suspended for three days. I received that ugly phone call from my sergeant yesterday afternoon and had to return to meet with the Captain. As I thought, it didn’t turn out too well. I also don’t know what plans Adrian has for the day. “Is there a problem?”
