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Stepping into the house, I set my purse down and looked around for Roman and whoever else was here, but the house was quiet.

“You’re home.” I heard Roman’s voice from behind.

Turning around, all I saw was his handsome smile.

“Whose car is that in the driveway?”

“Funny, you should ask. Come with me.” He took hold ofmy hand and led me out the front door. “What do you think?” He gestured to the car.

“It’s beautiful. Whose is it?”

“It’s yours.” A bright grin crossed his lips.

“Mine?” I jammed my finger into my chest. “What do you mean?”

“I bought it for you.”

“Roman, why would you do that? I haven’t made my decision yet?”

“I know, but you need a car as long as you’re here.” He opened the driver’s door and told me to get inside. “Nice, right?” He smiled.

“Yeah. It’s great.” I faked a smile.

“Good. I’m happy you like it. Now, tell me how it went with Vanessa.”

I climbed out of the car and shut the door.

“She’s withdrawing the lawsuit against your mother.”

“What? How did you get her to do that?” We walked back into the house.

“Nina confessed to stealing the designs. I already called your mom and told her.”

“How did you get her to confess? You didn’t tie her to a chair, did you? Please tell me you didn’t tie her to a chair?”

“No. I lied and told her that your mother had secretly installed cameras in the copy room, and we have footage of her making the copies of the designs.”

“And she believed you?”

“Yes. She’s a timid little thing. I knew she’d be easy to break.”

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him, holding me tightly against his chest.

“I knew you could do it. Theo is being released tomorrow. I spoke with his father today, and he’s picking him up. Hesaid he would spend his life repairing the damage he had done.”

“That’s good to hear.” I broke our embrace.

“I need to finish my opening argument. Are you sticking around, or do you have somewhere else you need to go?” he asked.

“I’m sticking around.” I smiled. “Go finish your opening argument.” I patted his chest.

CHAPTER 27

Morgan

I stepped outside and took the steps down to the beach. Sitting in the sand, a few feet from the shore, I stared at the water. Visions of my father and I swimming in the ocean when I was younger crept into my mind. I smiled as I dug my fingers into the sand and held some in my hand, remembering the times he’d let me bury him.

“You will not get away with it, you son-of-a-bitch,” I said as I stood up and dusted the sand off me.

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