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I cut him off with a slash of my hand, stretching a palm behind me. Rudgar had my checkbook in my grasp in seconds. I reached over and snatched the male’s pen from in front of him and he squeaked, his arms pinwheeling as he tried to get away from me—assuming that I was trying to kill him, of course—before his chair fell backward with a crash.

No one in the room moved to help the red-faced male as he jumped to his feet, profuse apologies leaving his mouth. I ignored him, filling out the check and handing it over to him.

“I want this dealt with now,” I said. “I want the final paperwork saying that they don’t owe you a penny.”

His head bobbed in a nod and he turned his computer back to himself, taking the check from me with hesitant fingers. When he saw my name on the check, his eyes went huge in his face and he looked up at me with awe.

“Mr. Everlock, sir—”

“Did I say you were allowed to speak to me?” I snapped, pointing a finger at his puny chest. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

He swallowed hard, trembling as he went back to working on his computer. He made a couple calls, but it wasn’t more than half of an hour before I was on my way out of the bank with the mortgage release in my hand.

We’d be able to get the rest sorted out later, but I needed something to give to my female so she would be able to rest easy. Kor was right behind me, whistling a happy tune that was going to drive me insane. Rudgar was tapping away on his phone and I knew he was looking into the asshole Trevor’s background. There would be legal ramifications for him as well, and we needed to gather the evidence to provide Kor with before he took the necessary steps.

“It’s always a pleasure doing business with you gentlemales,” Kor said with a grin. “And I’ll be taking this letter and a copy of the release papers along to the police to start filing harassment charges against the developer.” He waved a folder in front of me before slapping me across my shoulder, waving to Rudgar and strutting to his rented car.

“If he wasn’t good at his job,” I growled, getting into the SUV. “I’d hate that bastard.”

Rudgar scoffed. “He’s your best friend,” he said, rolling his eyes and I wondered if he’d been spending too much time with Penelope.

I grunted in disgust, but when I looked down at the papers in my hand, I couldn’t help the swirling of heat filling my body.

Now that this is settled, I wonder how my rega is going to reward me.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Penelope

Waiting for Dristan while he dealt with the bank was the longest hour of my life. I spent the time with my parents, overjoyed at being able to see them again, but I couldn’t stop the anxiety that filled me.

“Come sit down, sweetheart,” my mom called, patting the sofa next to her. They were watching one of their favorite shows—a re-watch that I was sure was because they were feeling anxious as well.

“I will,” I said, my smile tight and worried. “I just wanted to give Dristan a call. I don’t want him getting lost on his way back.” The lie burned on my tongue, but I didn’t know how to hide my worry when I was near them.

If Dristan was wrong—if the bank had evicted us, then what would we do? I was chewing my lower lip raw when I heard their SUV pull up in front of the house. I didn’t want to spread my stress to my parents, so I hurried outside alone.

I saw Dristan first, and my heart thudded in my chest at his always-serious expression. When he spotted me, though, a slow smile spread across his face. My breath left me in a gush of relief.

“We’re okay?” I whispered, and it was so low I wondered if he heard me. He answered with a slow nod, holding the paper in his hand out to me. I took it with a shaking hand, looking down at it.

Release of Mortgage was written across the top and I shook my head as I kept reading. “Wait, no,” I murmured, reading further. “This says that we’ve paid it off, but that’s not true.”

“We came to an agreement with the bank,” he said, with a shrug. “We just have to get some paperwork filed and the house is yours.”

I shook my head, disbelief filling me. “But that’s not how it works…”

He shrugged, a grin crossing his face, making my heart throb in my chest. “I’m that good, rega,” he whispered.

I shook my head, a laugh leaving me, and I threw my arms around Dristan. Rudgar made his way up the short staircase to my parents’ front door and I grabbed him in a hug as well, struggling to wrap my arms around them both. With a happy, excited squeal, I ran inside to my parents.

“Look,” I gasped, holding the paper out to them, my hands shaking. They took it, leaning forward on the sofa, reading together. When comprehension of what they were holding hit them, their eyes went wide.

“This isn’t possible,” Dad breathed, turning to my mother, who wore a huge smile on her face. “Is it?”

“I don’t know,” Mom laughed, pointing to where Dristan was entering the room. “But Pen’s dating some kind of financial savant. How did we go from almost defaulting to paid off? We had years left on the mortgage.” She was shaking her head, staring at my male.

“There were a few options, but since the bank made such a huge error,” he said, with a shrug, “they fixed it this way. We’ll get the deed settled and the land registry fixed as soon as possible. Once all that is done, this house is yours, free and clear.”

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