Page 20 of One Wild Ride

“It’s just . . . You know what? Never mind. I probably read something wrong. It’s been years since I eagle-eyed a contract.” I shook my head.

That must be it. I’m sure an experienced lawyer that got paid top dollar had a better handle on this lease than I did.

Alex paused for a second but finally stood taking the lease with him. When he got to the door he turned toward me. “Was there something in here that didn’t seem right?”

I waved my hand at him. “I’m sure your lawyer would know more than me.”

Instead of smiling for reassurance, I frowned. What I saw in that lease was either one hell of a typo or his lawyer needed to be fired.

His lifted his arm against the doorframe again. The combination of his thick, corded muscle straining against his shirt and his soulful gray eyes was too much for me to resist. He didn’t have to utter a word and I broke. I tried to play it off. The last time I meddled in someone else’s financial life they disappeared.

I swore then I would only ever worry about food, art, and hot men bringing me orgasms from that point on. Here I am with two and a half of the three satisfied.

And yet, with almost nothing to distract me from using my awesome contract superpower, I screwed with Alex’s life. I told him something that was none of my business because sometimes I can’t seem to shut up.

“According to that lease, your mother doesn’t own the building. You do, Alex.”

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