Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 109695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
“I’ll file with the judge today. That means the divorce should be final in the next couple of weeks.”
I let out a breath. “That’s the best news ever. Thanks.” I disconnected and glanced up at Nate. His brow rose, and I tried to suppress my enthusiasm. “Dang. I guess you don’t get to kill Brandon… sorry.”
He snickered and pulled me into a hug. “I’ll just have to get over it. But at least he’s out of our lives.”
My heart swelled. “I like the sound of that.”
He gave me a sweet kiss, full of promise, and I couldn’t hold back the love I felt for him. Pulling away, I sighed. “We’d better get going before Vanetti fires you.”
∞∞∞
We stepped off the elevator onto the twenty-sixth floor and went right to Vanetti’s office, passing Julia. “There you are. I was just about to call you.” Julia glanced between us, and a sly smile curved her lips. “Go on down. He’s waiting for you.”
Nate gave her a chin nod, and continued down the hall with me beside him. He didn’t waste any time knocking, and opened the door.
Vanetti glanced up from his desk. “It’s about time.”
Nate raised a brow. “We had a rough day, yesterday.” He glanced at me. “Didn’t we?”
I wanted to add that the night was pretty rough too, only in a much better way. Instead, I cleared my throat and glanced at Vanetti. “Yes. But don’t blame Nate. I had a hard time getting out of bed this morning.” My eyes widened. Did I just say that out loud?
Vanetti rolled his eyes. “Well… since you’re both so worn out, you’d better sit down.”
As we took our seats, Nate grinned at me, and I couldn’t help smiling back.
Vanetti let out a small huff before getting down to business. “We need to pay Bruce Lawrence a visit. I have a feeling he’s more involved with this than we know.”
He met my gaze. “Remember that first job you did for me? Finding the letter that got lost?”
“Oh my gosh! That’s right. It was from him. Bruce Lawrence. That’s where I’ve heard that name before.”
“Exactly. He’s been encroaching on my business for a while, and I think he decided to make his move. At least that’s what it looks like, since he owns the property that Johnny blew up. We need to pay him a visit and find out what he’s up to.”
He met my gaze. “And I’d like you to come with us. You might be the key to uncovering his secrets. Will you come?”
“Sure. If it’s tied to Nate, I’d like to finish the job.”
“Good. Let me get Ricky and Slater. They’re coming with us.”
A few minutes later, we were all headed down to the parking garage. As we passed Nate’s motorcycle, I slowed to glance at it and let out a sigh. I’d made sure to wear my leather jacket, just in case I could get a ride.
“Hold up,” Nate said, calling to the others. “We’ll meet you there.” Without waiting for a response from them, he pulled me over to the bike.
Barely able to hold in my excitement, I grinned up at him. “How did you know?”
“Babe… it’s what made you fall in love with me. Right?”
I raised a brow. “Maybe. I mean… it definitely helped.”
“Yeah? What else?”
“Well… it could have been seeing you without your shirt for the first time…” I sent him a saucy smile. “Then there’s the way you kiss me… and you really are quite handy—”
A car honked, and I practically jumped out of my skin.
With a chuckle, Nate pulled our helmets from the trunk of his car, handing mine over. “As much as I’m enjoying this, I guess we’ll have to finish the conversation later.”
I pushed my helmet on and fastened it like a pro. At least I’d learned how to do that right. We quickly mounted the bike and followed behind the black SUV.
I wrapped my arms around Nate, giving in to the enjoyment of the moment. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of this, either. And just thinking about all the rides ahead of us sent sunshine right into my heart.
Before I was ready, we pulled into the parking lot of an office building in a plaza on the other side of town.
With Vanetti taking the lead, we followed him into the building. We passed the receptionist’s desk, ignoring her cries that we couldn’t go into Lawrence’s office.
Vanetti opened the door and we followed him in, flanking his position and surrounding the man sitting at his desk. He was a big guy, but a little on the pudgy side. “What the—what is the meaning of this?”
“Hello, Lawrence.” Vanetti motioned to Ricky, who stepped back to lock the door. “I think we need to have a chat.”
Lawrence stiffened, then he moved to open his desk drawer.