Page 82 of Protected By the Elf Prince

He smiled. “You’d just distract me.”

Yes, I remembered Landon giving up preparing dinner the other day because I had stood too close and looked too good.

“I will try not to.”

Landon snorted, then took his first bite before glancing toward me thoughtfully, his mind already elsewhere. He often did this, which led to questions about so many things. “Can I ask something that probably should have occurred to me sooner than later?”

“You may ask me anything.”

His expression became more serious. “What happened after the warehouse situation? What have people been told at the business? No one’s rung me wondering why I haven’t come into work.”

I reached for my water before answering. “Soren and Spade have been very busy altering the memories of those who required it.”

Landon listened quietly.

“Your coworkers now believe Martin resigned unexpectedly.”

“Resigned?”

I nodded. “To move overseas. Soren felt it would discourage questions. People rarely search for someone who willingly chose to disappear. They believe he accepted employment elsewhere and departed immediately.”

Landon nodded slowly. “And Hawthorne?”

“No one connected to the company remembers him.”

His brows lifted. “Really?”

“Like Martin, he had no family. No close friends. No one who would actively seek him.”

“And me?”

“It was safer to erase you from those you interacted with.” He had given me a list of names the day after but had never asked what it was for. Though, I have no doubt he would have guessed. My mate was every smart.

He was already nodding. “So, I don’t have a job?”

Tension tightened my shoulders. “Did you still wish to have one there?”

He shook his head quickly, and I relaxed—even more so when he said, “I wasn’t there long. I’m not going to miss anyone. I’m sure I’ll find another job.”

“You do not have to, if you don’t wish,” I offered.

“Sorry?”

“You are my fated. Everything I have is yours, and we have plenty of everything.”

His eyes widened. “Everything?”

“Jewels, diamonds, gold, money in many currencies. Do not forget I have lived centuries.”

His mouth dropped open, but he snapped it closed. “I…. You know I’m not with you for your money, right?”

I threw my head back and roared with laughter because I certainly knew Landon had never thought about money when it came to us.

When my mirth slowed, I smiled at him. “It must be my looks, then?”

He grinned. “That and you’re good in bed.”

My cheeks and ears flamed.