Smuggling Blood Page 16
by Mike Gomes
"No, I didn't. I'm a freelancer. You hired me for a job. That doesn't make you my boss. And when my job's over, what I do on my own time is for me and me only. You have no say in that, and neither do the judges." Gabriella lifted herself up from the bench, straightening her coat out as she got ready to move on.
"I hope you're gonna contact me again. We can always use someone as good as you, Gabriella," Tyler said, meaning every word of it.
"You can be sure that I'll be back in contact," Gabriella smiled and gave him a wink. "This is the only life I have left."
