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There was no hesitation when he responded. “Yup. With absolutely everything.”

I didn’t have a lot of time to ponder his response before the door fell shut.

“You guys are absolutely disgusting,” Rex complained when it was just the three of us. “We need to talk about some rules if you two are going to stay together. I’m grossed out. I can’t watch you fawn all over each other.”

That was enough to snap me back to reality. “Nobody was fawning over anybody.”

“Tell that to my upchuck factor.”

I smacked his knee.

“Ow!” Rex murdered me with a glare. “This penthouse is brutal. What did I do to deserve this level of abuse?”

“I believe you were your true self.” I sent a smile of thanks toward Tallulah as she joined Rex on the couch. “So, I’m guessing you’re wondering why I asked you here.”

“Yes,” Rex replied.

At the same time, Tallulah shook her head. “I figured you were finally treating me to a spa day since you get all those free passes now that you’re married to the boss.”

I froze. I’d forgotten about the passes. “I will definitely reward you with as many of those as you want if you help me with something first,” I assured her. “We’ll make a whole day of it. I need help with this before we can do that, though.” I gestured toward the stacks of papers.

“What exactly is this?” Rex asked. For the first time since entering the penthouse, he was interested in something more than the television.

“This is my accounting problem. Or, more accurately, it’s Zach’s accounting problem.”

“You’re still working on this?” Tallulah’s eyes were wide as she shook her head. “You’re like a dog with a bone sometimes, I swear.”

“There’s something wrong with these books.” I was adamant. “Zach’s instincts told him there was something wrong, and there is. Even the new reports we got supposedly explaining the discrepancy aren’t right.”

Rex muted the television. He looked interested despite himself. “You know what’s going on?”

“I have a hunch,” I hedged.

“What sort of hunch?”

“So, in one of the line reports, I found something called the Infinity Group.” I kept my tone measured. “It apparently does about five-hundred-grand of work for the casino every month.”

Rex nodded. “Okay.”

“Zach doesn’t know what they do. He just said they’re consultants.”

“Livvie, there are all different kinds of consultants hired by the casino every month,” Rex argued. “There’s even a consulting firm that has to go through the casino and see what needs to be redecorated next so we can always say that there’s some sort of upgrade happening. I think the pool cabanas are next.”

“Yeah, that’s Lincoln Design. I know what they do. There’s nothing in the files saying what the Infinity Group does.”

Rex opened his mouth, then shut it. He seemed to be absorbing the information. “Like … there’s not even one line anywhere saying they’re the dice and chip manufacturer or anything?”

“No.” I shook my head. “Wait … you have a company that’s entire job is to handle the dice and chips?”

He nodded. “And cards.”

It was something that hadn’t occurred to me. “Well, that’s … interesting. I don’t think the Infinity Group is doing that.”

“No, that’s the Mackenzie Group,” Rex agreed. “I wasn’t suggesting that this Infinity Group was doing it. I was just pointing out that we literally have consultants for everything.”

That took a bit of wind out of my sails. Still, when I thought about it, I remained bothered. “Can you help me anyway?”

Rex must have read the earnestness permeating off me, because he just nodded. “Sure. What do you need me to do?”

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