“Excuse me?”
“Give me five minutes. That’s all I’m asking.”
“You’re wasting my time. I’m at work,” she barks.
“I know, and I tried to go to your house, but…”
“Well, you weren’t invited.”
“How’s Owen doing? Heard he’s athletic.”
Katie quickly stands. “You can leave and wait for Jasmine.”
“I’m not leavin’,” I argue. “Not without a new checking account.”
“Then tell me your damn social.”
The corner of my lips tilts up in amusement. Katie was always so easy to rile up as a teenager, and it doesn’t look like anything’s changed.
Deciding to comply, I give it to her and watch closely as she finishes on the computer.
“Here’s your account number,” she says, handing me a card.
“Thank you.” I slip it into my wallet.
She folds her hands over her desk and speaks in her professional tone. “Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Reid?”
“Well, actually, yes…”
“Any other banking needs,” she clarifies.
The edges of my lips tilt up into a knowing smirk. Should’ve figured she’d say that.
“Then no. Appreciate your help.”
Katie stands and walks out of her office. I follow her to the front doors as she waits for me to leave.
“I am sorry, Katie. Truly. Give me five minutes to explain,” I plead one more time.
“Have a lovely day,” she sing-songs before walking off.
Fuck.
Even though she’s being stubborn and won’t even grant me the time of day to tell her my side of the story, I’m not giving up. She doesn’t owe me anything, especially after the way I’ve hurt her, but I’d like to be able to apologize properly.
Once I meet with my parole officer, sign the paperwork, and schedule my upcoming appointments with him, I go home. After I’m inside, I put away all the clothes I bought and hang out with my dad until Gemma and Tyler come barreling over.
“Hey kids, what’re ya up to?” Dad asks.
“Just stoppin’ in to say hi and see Noah,” Gemma replies, leaning down and giving me a hug. “How was your first day in civilization?”
I snort. “Fine, I guess. Got all my shit sorted out.”
“Oh awesome.” She takes the seat next to me as Tyler heads into the kitchen.
“I smell Belinda’s cooking!” he shouts as he walks away.
“It’s been taunting me for an hour,” I groan as my stomach growls. I notice Gemma’s all dressed up and pinch my brows. “Weren’t you at the gym today? Lookin’ a bit fancy.”