Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Creed

“Well?”

I leaned back in my chair and shrugged. “She said she needed time to think it over.”

“Don’t you think we’re running out of time?” Leo asked. “Candace and Brandt have terrorized us for fifteen years.”

“Yes, well, we’ve at least taken Brandt out of the equation,” I pointed out.

“Yes, though I think Brandt was the wild card in all of this. Candace appears to have been the brains.” Leo leaned against the large window behind his desk and sighed. “I’ve talked to every person who might have ever met Candace, and none of them know anything. I am out of avenues that can lead us to her.”

“Just give Jada a day or two,” I reasoned.

“I still think you shouldn’t have told her and just dated her,” Leo grunted.

“Well, I figured my odds were better if I clued Jada in on what I was doing rather than blindside her. She’s not some dumb girl who would instantly fall in love with me.”

“You’re not giving yourself enough credit. I’m sure you’re a bit rusty, but I’m also sure you could have caught her eye.”

I had caught her eye, but then she had found out who I was, and then she was pissed at me. Telling Jada my plan was the best bet. However, I wasn’t sure it was going to pay off. “She’ll say yes, and then we’ll work on getting Candace to show her face.”

Leo stared pensively out the window. “Let’s fucking hope so.”