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“Oh, bullshit! You’re such a con artist! I will destroy you, Andy West. I’m not sure how, but I will fucking end you. I have powerful friends who would love nothing more than to make me happy.” Okay, I have Callie and that’s about it, but given her whole arson plan, I wouldn’t put it past her to do something awful to Anderson on my behalf.

He rakes his fingers through his hair, looking stressed as heck while he glares at the screen. “Before you bring the apocalypse down around me, do take a moment to look at my screen.” He turns his laptop to face me.

Sure enough, it reads, “This bank account is now frozen to protect your financial interests. This bank account has been frozen due to unusual ACH activity. If you would like to unfreeze it, please contact our customer service line and provide the necessary information.”

“You could have downloaded a screenshot of a frozen bank account, Andy. You think I’m buying this? This is amateur hour shit.”

He loses a long sigh. “Wow. I mean, I appreciate how much of an evil mastermind you apparently think I am—it’s rather flattering in a way—but, June, until I get this handled, I am fucked. So, I’d appreciate if you took this seriously.”

“I have known you in one capacity or another for most of my life, and yet, your audacity never fails to take the wind right out of me. You are such a little shit.”

“Excuse me?”

“You have more money than God himself, and you’re lecturing me on taking this seriously? Do you even grasp the lengths I went to in order to get even a fraction of the kind of life you take for granted?” I bend down so I can growl this in his face. “Any man at the auction could have bought me. Any. Do you have a clue how much I put on the line that night? My health. My freedom. All so I might not have to be miserable for the next twenty-eight years. That is the kind of thing I had to do to get a tiny shred of your fortune.”

“I’m…I’m sorry.”

“Does it even occur to you to think before you speak?”

He takes a breath. “That was insensitive of me.”

“It’s almost as if your brain is not connected to your mouth, Andy.”

“Fair point. I earned that. Look, I will get this taken care of?—

“You still haven’t even proved that this is something to get taken care of. How do I know this isn’t some part of your plan? That you didn’t fake this?”

Anderson sighs. “Give me your phone.”

“What?”

“Give me your phone. You can watch me log into my bank account on your own phone, so you can see that this isn’t something I faked.”

If I get his banking information, then maybe I can … no. Having sex for money is one thing. Banking fraud is a law I’m not willing to break. Not even for this.

I pass him my phone and watch as he logs in. Sure enough, the same screen pops up. “Now, do you believe me?”

I take a breath and let it out slowly as I nod.

“You look like you’re going to vomit.”

“A prank you can fix. But banking shit can get complicated.”

“Well, things have never been easy between us before. Why would they be now?”

I huff a laugh and sink into myself. This just got so much worse. I want to believe this is all still some game he’s running, though. I’d rather think the worst of him than believe this could be out of his control.

Chapter 20

ANDERSON

Even soggy from the rain and incredibly pissed off, June is gorgeous. Unexpectedly seeing her in the real world is something I hadn’t dared to hope for—I’d actually considered hiring an actress to play her role at my parents’ upcoming supper. An actress felt less awkward and dangerous than trying to see June again. Couldn’t lose my head around a woman I didn’t know. But June does something to me. It’s as though my brain short circuits around her, and if my brain does that when we are at supper with my parents, then he will never retire.

My luck will not hold out, if that’s the case.

But, then again, she did just show up here …

“Any idea why your account is frozen?” she asks in that sultry voice of hers.

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