Page 13 of Craved By the Mountain Man

Her face changes.

“Sixty-eight thousand.”

Fuck.

“For what?”

“I don’t know.”

I look at her.

“I don’t.”

“Who took it?”

“Declan.”

“Who is Declan?”

She hesitates just long enough to irritate me.

“My ex.”

Good.

The relief hits hard and possessive, and I do not give a damn that I have no right to it.

“How long were you with him?”

“Four months.”

“How long since he disappeared?”

“Three days.”

“When did you find out about the loan?”

“Two days ago.”

“What happened?”

Her gaze shifts away.

There it is.

“Three men came to my apartment.”

Every muscle in my body tightens.

“When?”

“Yesterday.”

“Did they get inside?”

“No.”

“Did they touch you?”