The Job (Auctioned) by Cara Dee (highly illogical behavior txt) 📕

The Job

Cara Dee

The Job

Copyright © 2021 by Cara Dee

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Contents

Welcome to the Camassia Cove Universe

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Epilogue

A Quick Question

More from Cara

About Cara

Welcome to the Camassia Cove Universe

Camassia Cove is a town in northern Washington created to be the home of some exciting love stories. Each novel taking place here is a standalone—with the exception of sequels and series within the CC universe—and they vary in genre and pairing. What they all have in common is the town in which they live. Some are friends and family. Others are complete strangers. Some have vastly different backgrounds. Some grew up together. It’s a small world, and many characters will cross over and pay a visit or two in several books—Cara’s way of giving readers a glimpse into the future of their favorite characters. Oh, who is she kidding; they are characters she’s unable of saying good-bye to. But, again, each novel stands on its own, and spoilers will be avoided as much as possible.

If you’re interested in keeping up with secondary characters, the town, the timeline, and future novels, check out Camassia Cove’s own website at www.camassiacove.com. There you will also see which characters have gotten their own books already, where they appear, which books are in the works, character profiles, and you’ll be treated to a taste of the town.

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One

How the fuck did we end up here?

I swallowed tightly and peered down into the crib. The little girl was too big for the crib, but it was all we had at the moment. I didn’t know what kind of bed a toddler required. I just knew it had to be bigger than the one I’d slept in as a newborn.

“She’s cute when she’s asleep,” Case murmured next to me.

Yeah, she was cute. And terrifying.

I reached down and brushed a finger over her cheek.

“I will murder you if you wake her up,” my brother stated. “It’s as if you’ve forgotten it took us four hours of her screaming to get here.”

He had a point. I took a step back and folded my arms over my chest. Well, okay, as scared shitless as I was to shoulder this responsibility, I knew it would be okay as long as we did this together, Case and me. He’d steer us right.

Then Case sneezed, and Paisley woke up with a loud cry.

“Fucking murder me,” he whispered in horror.

Casey O’Sullivan

“Ma! Ace!” I tucked my shades into the chest pocket of my shirt and walked farther into the house. “Anybody home?”

Maybe they were at the pool. Mom had gotten lucky, managing to reserve one of the little two-bedroom houses that was like twenty feet away from the community’s pool. She’d waited for two years for the area to go from development to finished, and now she could kick back on her patio and still keep an eye on Ace when she was in the water.

I eyed the couch in the living room—or more specifically, the wicker basket next to it where a certain fuckhead stashed his sheets and pillow every morning. That asshole needed to find his own place soon and stop crashing on Ma’s couch.

Hearing laughter coming from outside, I crossed the room and opened the blinds. Then I clenched my jaw at the sight of Boone. What the fuck was he doing here? He was supposed to make himself disappear when I picked up Ace. And dropped her off, for that matter.

I slid open the patio door and stepped out, and Mom looked up from her crossword puzzle.

I was surprised she didn’t have her laptop here. She was always working on her crime novel.

“You’re here! Ace is making friends.” She pointed at the pool.

“Hey, Ma.” I dipped down and kissed her cheek. “Your hair looks different. I like it.”

She didn’t demand much from us, but she absolutely loved it when we noticed changes with her. She’d dyed it this week. Fuck-ugly red shade that matched her bathing suit. In a few weeks, it would be another color.

“Thank you.” She beamed and fluffed the curls. “And you’ve met your brother, yes? Boone? Say hello.”

I straightened and composed my expression. “Fuckface.”

He rolled his eyes and reclined in his seat.

I turned to Mom again. “He’s not supposed to be here.”

We had a deal, goddammit. No matter how much our bullshit frustrated our mother, we weren’t gonna work things out, and she just had to live with that.

“He’s been sick, sugar,” she explained. “Look how pale he is.”

That was his normal fucking complexion. Dark-blond, blue-eyed, overgrown, pale man-child. He had the body of a lifeguard—and not the ripped ones on a sunny beach in California. More like one of those giant trolls who flanked pop stars. A cheeseburger in one hand, a fifty-pound dumbbell in the other.

I hated seeing his fucking face. I wanted to smash him into a bloody pulp, then throw him into the Hoover Dam. All his ugly short-sleeved shirts could follow. Nobody over the age of twelve wore short-sleeved button-downs—or under the age of sixty-five. Except for him. Always. Every day. Open like that, with a beater underneath. Man, I