waited for her to grab some food, and it was then that I realized that they waited out of worry for Amelia. They wanted her to get what she needed because of her illness. They weren’t waiting because she was the one to order the appetizers and it was polite.
“Do you remember when Rogan played that hacker in that movie? I think the movie was called Little Black Hack?” Kirk asked.
The table nodded.
Little Black Hack was a fairly big movie last year and had done really well in the box offices.
“Well, they hired a real-life hacker as a consultant, or at least someone that knew what a hacker was,” Kirk said. “The man helped him do everything from looking like a hacker to acting like one. The real-life hacker spent months working with him on this role.”
Amelia leaned forward and pushed all the plates away, a contented sigh leaving her throat.
Which was when the rest of the table started to reach for the appetizers.
Everybody but me.
While her family was busy eating and listening to Kirk speak, I was focused on her.
Sure, I still heard Kirk in the background, but I studied Amelia’s face at the same time.
The way when she was interested in something someone had to say, her eyes would go laser-focused on her target.
How her lips were tipped up just a little bit, showing her obvious attention to what Kirk was saying about Rogan.
“Anyway, so the time has finally come for this movie to be released and Rogan gets upset. The hacker goes by the name of HuntHack and he’s the consultant for this film. Hunt is working with this guy, and Hunt is grabbing food with Rogan. They’re out at this table that’s set up for the film crew when a girl notices Hunt and starts talking to him. But, apparently, Rogan’s been trying to ask this girl out on a date for weeks and isn’t having any luck. Hunt, having no idea about any of that, talks to this girl about the sandwiches they both chose, and how it was odd that they both liked these types of sandwiches. And how they wonder what else the other likes that’s also considered weird. That’s it. Hunt eats his food and an hour later he’s being escorted out by security. All mention of him and his company that he’s trying to start up are wiped from the movie. They threaten him with legal action, toss a not so fat check his way, and tell him to get lost. Hunt didn’t even have any idea what it was that set them off until a couple of weeks later when he ran into that girl again and she told him her suspicions. Apparently when you piss off Rogan Germain, bad things happen to you.”
Amelia’s face forms into a smile. “I should find this Hunt and ask him if he wants to help me with Rogan.”
Her exuberance causes one of her curls to fall over my hand that’s resting on the back of her seat, and I turn my hand over to curl the strand around my finger.
“I’m sure he’d help you.” Kirk shrugged. “If you could find him.”
Amelia smiled then, the kind of smile that had enough power to knock you straight off your feet.
“Obviously you haven’t met my family yet, have you, Kirk?” Amelia replied sweetly.
Chapter 15
Everything’s a dildo if you’re brave enough.
-Coffee Cup
Adam
“Dispatch, this is Unit 74. I’m taking lunch,” I said into the mic at my shoulder.
“10-4, Unit 74.”
I pulled the keys out of my pocket and left the cruiser, studying my duplex with a curious eye.
The last few days had been quite exciting for Amelia. Yesterday with her place burning down being one of them.
After lunch, we’d all gone to inspect the damage, and I winced just thinking about the house and her Chevelle.
Though, the Chevelle inwardly was fine. Outwardly it looked to be scorched. At least on the left front side where it was closest to the fire.
Firefighters had been able to control the blaze well enough that the car had only suffered minimal cosmetic damage—with a new paint job and a thorough cleaning, it’d likely be just fine.
But still, that car was absolutely beautiful.
It hurt to see the damage.
Amelia, out of all of her things that had burned, had been the most bothered by her car.
Which I learned had special meaning to her thanks to her getting it from her brother.
That night when we’d gotten home after a full day of replenishing her needs—clothes,