Page 27 of Anything But Convenient

It was a beacon.

A guiding light.

I felt grounded wearing it. More grounded than I’d been since the shooting.

Archie began moving around the room, likely unpacking his things to fill the space. I wanted to buy him even more things. Seeing his suitcase and feeling how light it was made me irrationally angry.

He should have closets filled to the brim. Any outfit he wants, and all the accessories to go with it. I’d buy out every store in the area if he’d let me.

I wasn’t made of money, but I had more than enough. Before Tank found me, I worked under contract for a few very wealthy people. They paid well for my discreet services. I’ve not wanted for money since.

Hence the big fucking house that’s sat empty for so long.

It already felt much warmer with Archie here.

My husband.

I had a million things I should be doing — getting his name on the accounts, ordering his debit card, making his personal security code, planning what to do about food later. And still, I couldn’t seem to move. It was like I didn’t want to get too far from him in case he needed me.

It was all so ironic.

The only thing he needed me for was to ensure he could stay in the country. I needed him far more than he did me. Archie could have married anyone. I was the one who needed his particular skill set.

Despite the guys bringing up my learning ASL since I woke up in the hospital, not once had I truly wanted to until Tank brought in Archie. Seeing him had me ready to agree in seconds.

Eventually, I manage to extract myself from the wall. If he found me waiting there like a creep, then he might not be so easygoing over this new relationship.

Then again… I’d felt his reaction to the kiss. I felt the way he went soft in my arms. Heard the way he inhaled deeply, as if my touch stole his breath.

Nothing indicated hedidn’tlike my touch.

There was also the moment he came to find me. When I kissed his forehead, he seemed to melt. It’s been playing on a loop in my head since then, creating a blissful background to my chaotic thoughts.

I went straight to the kitchen, since it’s where I did some of my best thinking. Mostly because there was plenty of room to pace, and the countertop gave me room to spread things out.

First things first, I pulled out my phone and texted my finance guy Doe. He would be the one to help me get things squared away financially.

Takeshi

I need to add someone to all the accounts. He needs free access to everything.

Doe replied immediately.

Doe

Everything? You want to give someone access to millions of dollars? Are you dying?

Takeshi

Not dying. And yes, I think my husband should have access.

Doe

WHAT THE FUCK, T?! I didn’t even get an invite or notice. Nothing, man? I’m feeling pretty pissed about this.

Takeshi

Don’t be pissed. You can meet him next time you’re in town.

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