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“Don’t go out though. Stay here. Nobody knows where we live yet. There was media outside the apartment by The Fifth this morning. Just a matter of time before this address gets figured out. Meanwhile, best you stay here behind the gates.”
We left his parents’ place via the service entrance so missed the camped out photographers on our way home. I mean here.
Here I am thinking in ‘us and ‘home’ terms, as if that’s my reality.
But it is my reality, isn’t it?
He kisses me again, then rubs his nose against mine. “Be back soon. Maybe think about paint colors. Other things you want to replace. If I don’t run out of time, I’ll be stopping by the bank today to get you copies of some cards.”
“Cards?”
“Bank and credit cards.”
“I have bank and credit cards.”
He smiles. “I know that, bunny, but you get copies of mine now.”
I roll my eyes. “Maybe I’ll take my frustrations with you out on your cards.”
He shrugs. “Won’t bother me a bit. Back soon.”
He leaves.
I’m not sure what to do with myself. I don’t have work since I’m technically on my honeymoon. And I’m not sure I even want the job anymore. I can’t imagine what Frank thinks of me. I don’t have work friendships with anyone else since everyone is remote and there’s no bricks and mortar office, but we do monthly team video calls and I can only imagine how surprised everyone will be when they find out the new owner of Cavalier who gave me a $10K bonus, married me, bought the company, then gave it to me.
I decide to crawl into bed with the shifter romance and finish the last chapter and epilogue.
I decide to make my first stop my bank to get cards for Chloe. I’ve already called my lawyer in Cleveland and told him of my marital status change and requested my will be set up for Chloe to inherit everything. My next stop is the drug store where I’ve had my pharmacist connection do some custom work, providing me with two birth control pill packages that consist of just the sugar pills. She’s got two packs in her bathroom bag, and I’d sent a photo text to show the package.
After this, I show my face at both clubs and get some shit done, talk to the managers, and when I’m ready to head out to pay a visit to Jeannie Gilligan, I see Alannah Fisher walking out of her office entrance in the Downtown nightclub building.
Alannah isn’t paying attention; she’s fishing through her handbag as she walks toward the street, and before she sees me, I’ve shackled her wrist with my hand, and her eyes widen as I back her up about half a dozen paces to the brick wall.
“Hello, Alannah,” I greet.
“What are you doing?” she hisses bitchily, but she’s afraid. It’s all over her body language.
“You really should pay attention when you’re out in public. Anyone could grab you, throw you in a van,” I gesture toward a white sprinter van that just so happens to be parked out on the street, “and you might never be seen again.”
Her eyes boing to almost comical levels.
“By the way, don’t attempt to fuck with me again,” I warn, making sure there’s no mistaking my seriousness. “Your little game yesterday cost a lot of unnecessary headaches.”
“If you think you’re above the law, you’re wrong. I’m not finished fighting for Chloe.”
“I know. I’ve seen your phone records, your internet activities, and I’ve got access to a whole lot more information about you than you want me to have. Cancel your coffee date with Sabrina Steele on Thursday. The only way you get to meet my sister-in-law in person is if it’s because you get to be part of our extended family and she becomes friendly with my wife.”
She glares at me.
“Your quest to keep digging for dirt about us is stupid, Alannah. If you keep it up you’ll have more than me from my family to deal with and believe me, you don’t want that. And I happen to have a file in my possession with a good chunk of Fisher family dirt, particularly yours.”
Her eyes narrow.
I continue. “I’m playing as nice as I am because Chloe loves you. Don’t push me any further. Cease and desist, Breastie, or you’ll be out of Chloe’s life. You’ve already missed her wedding and I’m sure that later on, you’ll both look back at that with regret. Do you want to be cut out of her life entirely? Do you want new problems in your personal and professional life? Or do you want to be part of her new and improved happier life?”
She continues to stare at me defiantly, but her lip trembles.
“Fuck around and find out,” I warn through gritted teeth and then let go of her wrist.
