Page 76 of Infinite

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Becca states slowly.

“It does if you know her. Our inner circles saw us as a couple to some extent. She always took me to the parties and events that most mattered to her. To my knowledge, she never took those other two. Walt therefore knew Pris cared about me as much as she was capable of, just as he knew she’d come back to warm his bed when she was mad at me.”

“So, having this intern was supposedly a win for both Pris and Walter. Clark would spy on their behalf, informing Pris if there was another woman and reporting to Walt about your business?”

“That’s right. He told her he didn’t know me well enough to ask me to hire Clark, which is true. But he asked her if she could help his nephew. In exchange, Clark would help her, too.”

“Wouldn’t Pris question why Walter didn’t hire Clark himself?”

“Sure. Walt’s answer was simple. He had taught him all he could.” My hands slide onto her hips. She lets me, listening closely. “Want to hear the best part?” She nods. “Walt doesn’t have a nephew, only nieces.”

Becca shakes her head. “The intern was only there for Walt and Aston.”

“Exactly. It’s the same thing I told Mason this morning.”

Becca leans back, analyzing me closely. “How did Pris know to find you?”

I smirk. “That’s a good question. Guess who told her?”

“Oh, my God,” Becca says. “Clark—the intern—because he was supposed to be keeping an eye on you for her.”

“Yeah. The kid screwed up without even knowing. The only ones aware that I’m here are my legal team and the courts. Unless you have access to my files.”

“Which Clark apparently did,” Becca says. “He’sthe informant.”

“Yup. The team and feds are already on it. So long as Pris keeps quiet about our conversation, they should be able to snag him before he can leave the country.”

“Do you think she will? For your sake?”

I think back to Pris’s mean streak and exactly how mean it can be. “I don’t know. When she’s mad, she can be a little vengeful.”

“A little vengeful? Hale, why on earth would you ever be with someone like that?”

I speak long before I think about everything I’m saying. Becca still doesn’t get it. “Because she wasn’t you, Becks. This wasn’t a woman to befriend or even someone I always got along with. Unlike you, she was someone incapable of breaking my heart.”

Becca breaks down, crying all at once. I press my head against hers. “Priscilla wasn’t you,” I repeat. “She couldn’t hurt me and I knew that I could never love her.”

Becca lifts her head, gulping with how hard she’s crying. “Do you think you could ever love me?”

This is the moment I always told myself I’d run from, except that I don’t. I’m done running.

“I’ve always loved you, Becks. You just never fucking loved me enough to tell you.”

“Oh, God.”

I silence her with a kiss, pulling her so all she knows is my body and how bad I want her.

Forget the lead Pris gave me.

Forget that I’m still fighting for my reputation.

I want Becca. This beautiful woman life never made sense without.

My mouth claims hers. I lift her, gently squeezing her ass as I prop her on the edge of the desk. Her nails drag up my back, her arms hooking underneath mine, her long fingers cupping my shoulders.

Fuck. She tastes so good. I don’t want to stop, but I won’t make her do something she’s not ready for. She grunts when I pull away.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

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