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My mouth falls open a little. Is he...to the third-
“Your room, Fay,” Kent rifies, smirking a little at my hesitation. “I want to know everything you learned, but you need to clean
up. You look...rumpled.”
| re at Kent a little, holding his gaze and letting him wonder for a second — just how | got this rumpled, and then I nod, turning
to climb up the stairs. Kent stays close behind me and follows me into my room, closing the doorContent bel0ngs to N?vel(D)r/a/ma.Org.
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And then | tell him everything.
Well, not...everything. Some of the details of Rodrigo’s life, and Sister Mary’s strong, visceral reaction to him, are...not precisely
relevant. But the details about Ivan
confronting my dad, about my dad apparently apologizing to him and offering the house, of lvan’s warnings this morning? | tell
Kent every inch of that. It’s my job, after all.
And Kent, to his credit and my surprise, is very businesslike about.
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the whole thing. | move around my room performing my little routines and Kent is quite modest about it all, turning his back to me
when | peel my skirt and sweater from my body. When | head for my shower, Kentes along, leaning against the door frame
and looking away as | scrub and continue to recount everything | learned. | watch him the entire time that | talk and honestly I’m
a little disappointed that he treats
me with such restraint.
Allittle bit of me had been hoping he’d be tempted. That he’d
mavhe
But as | climb out of the shower, wrapping my towel around myself, Kent doesn’t even look at me, staring out the window
instead.
“That''s it,” | finish, a littlemely. “Um...do you have any questions?”
“| don’t,” Kent replies, finally turning to me once the towel is wrapped securely around my body. His eyes move over me almost
impassively, my body. apparently eliciting no reaction from him. “Thank you, Fay,” he says, standing up straight and ncing at
his watch. “You can take the rest of the day off. I’m
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sure you''re tired after so much workst night.”
“It wasn’t so bad,” | say, letting a little smile find my mouth. “Ivan’s...a good time.”
There’s a little fire in Kent''s eyes as he processes my words. But he merely nods and turns to leave the room. | follow Kent into
my bedroom and watch him go. He doesn’t say a word or look back at me as he opens my door, passes through it, and quietly
closes it behind him.
I sink down onto my bed in a huff
when he’s gone.
What the hell was that?
Did |...did | do something wrong? Does he not like me anymore?
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