Page 6 of Resurrection

Eve laughs. “I’ve avoided him when he’s awake, until today. Some mild flirting. Thanks for loaning me the rock.” She flashes her ring finger at me.

The lights catch the diamond.

“I don’t need it anymore.” I frown. “Finn told me once that he always checked a woman’s ring finger before sleeping with her. Not that a piece of jewelry stopped him, just that he noticed.”

Perhaps I should have worn the ring when I visited Kim at the Donaghey house. Of course if I’d done that, I might not have been able to save Finn. He’d be dead or in jail. I swallow. Each time my mind drifts in that direction, I want to burst into tears.

“Have you talked to Eric lately?” Eve asks.

Dragging myself away from my dark thoughts, I sigh. “More than I’d like. He’s pissed about the missing content from the warehouse.” He doesn’t even know Kim might have accumulated dirt on us to turn over to the FBI.

“Must be hard.”

“He likes to forget we broke up for a reason. Our relationship feels like a long time ago.” The same can’t be said for the man in the other room. Finn and I never came to an official end, and our whole affair is buried in me, like our relationship collapsed yesterday. The sting of what might have been is fresh. Breathtakingly raw. Impossible, but true.

Eve reads my mind. “Finn’s intense.” She leans her shoulder against the door and puts one hand on her hip. “What are you going to do about him? He can’t go back, right?”

“No, he can’t return to Boston.”

“Will the FBI know you have him?”

“Maybe.” I flutter my fingers to my hair before resting them on my purse. “They’ll never be able to prove I have him. There’s not much the FBI can do while we’re here.”

My phone buzzes, and I dig it out of my bag. This time it’s a business call.

“I’ll be back later.”

Eve springs off the door and into the office. She’s worked for the family long enough to understand how I operate. She’searned my trust several times over. Learning Kim was a traitor was a blow to my ego. I’ve never been fooled before.

When I understood how extensive Finn’s injuries were, Eve had to be the one watching over him. No one new, no one untested, would get near him. I didn’t call in favors to get him extracted, only to have someone rat us out.

Normally this building is a hospice my family sponsors, and Eve is the head nurse. We opened this place when my brother died of cancer. Since Finn has arrived, we’ve been turning away requests to stay in this section. Now that he’s better, I need to move him into a more secure location.

I breeze out the main doors, grasping my phone. The Alps loom ahead, and I let the call go to voicemail. It’s Eric, and I can’t be bothered to answer his questions about why I’m back in Switzerland so soon. The company has business here, and of course my family has a house and this hospice, but it’s not normal for me to be here when our warehouse in Russia is missing weapons, ammunition, and who knows what else.

The waiting car sits in the circular drive with Jay, my bodyguard and right-hand man, behind the wheel. Once I’m in the back seat, our gazes connect.

“Eric just called me, asking for you.”

“What’d you tell him?” I drop my phone into my purse and wish it would get lost in there.

“I was at home with my family. Didn’t have a clue where you might be.”

I laugh. “I bet that went over well.”

“He said the company trace on my phone told him I was a lying motherfucker and we were in Switzerland again. You don’t want him to know about Finn, but he’s going to wonder if you had something to do with the warehouse theft.”

My back stiffens at the implication. “Why would he think I stole from my company?”

“Because he’s Eric.”

When we began dating, my father took a shine to him. A corporate man. Smart. Athletic. He ticked my father’s boxes, and with my brother long gone, he gave my father the son he almost had. Eric can be an asshole, so he ticked the only box I seem to require in a boyfriend. When it turned out I had a cap on the jerk quotient, we broke up. He campaigned my father for control of the company when he retired. Another reason we would never have worked out. His confidence overrode his common sense. My father may love him like a son, but Eric is not family.

“I’ll call Eric when we arrive at the house,” I say.

“He said he’s flying here to figure out what you’re up to.”

“Wonderful.”

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