The Queen They Buried

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

The car pulled up to a cozy, old-school courtyard.

“My buddy’s restaurant. Decent grub,” Bowen said, hopping out and offering Aubree a hand like a true gent.

Aubree was surprisingly relaxed, thanks to Bowen keeping things laid-back.

“Thanks,” she said softly.

Alvin shot Bowen a side-eye. ‘Weren’t we hitting that fancy spot tonight?’

The place was cute, with a little garden out front that screamed charm.

The food was total win. The soup was so good Aubree grabbed a second bowl.

Funny thing-the dishes they ordered were perfect for a sensitive stomach, all warm and hearty. Pure luck? Who knew.

“Hey, Ms. Miller…” Bowen started, leaning in.

“Time for the real talk, Aubree thought.

“Just use my name,” she said with a grin.

Bowen chuckled. “Alright, Bree it is.”

That nickname hit her hard. Back at the orphanage, her sponsor, “Mr. Quinn,” sent her cash every month with a letter, always calling her Bree.

No one else ever did.

Aubree bit her lip but didn’t argue. “Sure.”

Bowen lit up when she went with it.

He said,”So, Bree, I heard you snagged a spot in Rithol Art School’s program. That’s dope! You’re into art, right? You know Alvin’s in your class, but his art grades? Straight-up rough. Got time to swing by our place on weekends to tutor him?”

Alvin’s jaw hit the floor. ‘Is he serious?’ He glared at Bowen like he’d lost his mind.

bad at art-he was just lazy. Bowen

were pros. And now he couldn’t believe some high school kid

when did I sign

protest, but Bowen’s look shut him down.

smile said, “Don’t even

‘Fine. Guess U have no

With Alvin’s family cash, they could hire anyone.

it for nothing,” Bowen added. “How’s 300 dollars per

gig would

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If she didn’t know better, she’d think Bowen knew she was broke and was tossing her

clasped, chill as ever. No rush, no pressure-just waiting for her to decide, all

didn’t shoot it down. She was

It

then use Alvin’s family ties to land

family to back her business, that was not just

with a nod, sealing

glanced at her phone. “Well, Mr. Turner, it’s late. Wanna swap numbers and chat later? I’m

smooth as ever. “I’ll drive

he was in school. “Uh,

a look. “Relax, Alvin.

Uber,” Alvin muttered,

in the

ditching the kid to play taxi for a girl?”

Turner’s classmate. Probably just being nice, right?” the other

sasses his dad is nice to some

Silence hit the car.

older than her. He’s not

Kelvin say Mr. Bowen Turner had

the first guy growled, “Man,

Bowen

guys-her Wilson family had faces that could stop traffic. Her brother Trevor, the

Sharp cheekbones, wickedly bold features that hit like a truck. His eyes

plain tee and jeans, but on him?

slowing down. She wasn’t bad-looking-hell, in her old life, Carmen was jealous enough to mess up

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