Book 1, Chapter 51

Since Ean’s primary mode of transportation was a bike – and its tires were slashed – Rachel drove. The atmosphere in her little blue car was tense, until finally Ean couldn’t take it anymore and broached a subject that had been seriously bothering him.

“So, Rachel,” he asked, “how did you, uh, know where I live?” Ean was a man who valued a certain amount of privacy from the world: he wasn’t even listed in the phone book.

Rachel kept her eyes studiously on the road. “I couldn’t find you in the phone book or online, so I worked a backdoor into the company’s HR database – but they’d already removed you. Really well, too, but they still had an address on some old records from when you previously worked there – in college? Anyway, Fred said he’d seen you walking in to work, and since you’d hit your head… I wanted to make sure you’d gotten home okay. And to apologize.”

Rachel risked a glance at Ean, then snapped her gaze back to the road. “You aren’t mad I hacked your file, are you?” she asked.

If I could’ve snickered I would’ve. The real question was: Did Ean think he could handle someone who had brains, beauty, and an unethical approach to the use of company resources?

“Um… no?” Ean said, and I couldn’t tell if he was talking to Rachel or myself.

“Oh,” said Rachel with the faintest hint of a smile. “Good.”

Et Alia, Book 1: Aliens, Ninjas, Demons and Pie

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