Page 113 of His Wild Seduction

She had. I just forgot.

“It’s all been arranged. Mario will drive the three of us and his team will follow in another vehicle.”

“Not sure I like that, Wife.”

“Please, Josef, she has been through so much,” she began, but it wasn’t necessary.

I already planned on giving in.

“Okay. Then you come straight back to the condo, alright? Wait for me there, I’ll take you out to dinner,” I told her.

“Sure, we can go out, But um, we can also order in,” she whispered and there was no mistaking the tone of her voice.

My wife really had missed me, and I missed her.

“Yeah, Baby, we can stay in,” I replied.

“Okay, Josef. Ill see you later. I love you,” she said, and fuck, but I never tired of hearing it.

“See you soon,” I replied, wondering why it was so fucking hard for me to tell her how I felt.

It wasn’t like I hadn’t said it before. Maybe I just wasn’t used to throwing those three words together all the time.

It was something I had to work on, and I would. Meredith deserved to hear how much I loved her every fucking day.

I’d start by telling her in person the second we landed.

“We fucking going or what?” I yelled out loud and headed for the door.

I was done with this country. I needed to get back to New York.

Back to her.

The neon pink ribbon tied around my heart gave a squeeze and I rubbed my fist over the ache in my chest that started the second I left her and the country.

It would get better once I had her in my arms again. I knew that. But I hated waiting.

Just a few more hours.

We loaded the plane, the deal with the new government in place. Adrik and Marat were busy with whatever, and I was too amped up for small talk.

In the meantime, I had a whole stack of reports and emails to catch up on. A lot of it involved the transition of ownership of Gray Corps.

My wife had just agreed to sell the whole business to Volkov Industries, wanting nothing to do with the company. And I didn’t blame her.

But I’d make sure she got top dollar for it, and I would protect as many of the employees as I could, saving the jobs of those who deserved it.

As I scrolled through the latest reports, which had been fudged by a few of the more dubious managers, including the recently deceased Richard Hamilton, I uncovered some rather nefarious activities.

Someone had been siphoning funds from several accounts in tiny increments so as not to be noticed. My team traced that money to a dozen offshore accounts.

One of which was emptied the same day Franklin Gray supposedly died.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

“Everything alright?” Marat asked.

“I’m not sure,” I said, and told him and Adrik what I found.

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