Page 69 of Resurrection

“It looks good on you.” Jay opens the door and steps into the street ahead of me.

“What does?”

“Happiness.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Finn

We’ve been in Switzerland for a week with no problems. Things have been so good between me and Carys, but there’s this weird heaviness in my chest. I’ve always been content. I’d never have labeled myself as happy, but I had the business, my brother, a shit-ton of income, and enough women to keep me from longing for the one I’ve got now.

She travels around the office getting things organized to talk to Sean about my money. She’s sure we can secure it without having to go to Boston and without the FBI catching on. I am less convinced. Broke is better than Carys being in jail. I couldn’t care less about what happens to Sean or anyone else from my old organization. That life is so far away.

Even though I’m worried, I can’t very well live off her wealth. For the rest of our time together, I’d be a kept man, or I’d slide into something illegal just to have control. I hate her solution, but I don’t have an avenue around it. Cash equals independence.

At the darkest corner of my mind, like a fucking ticking clock, is Eric’s determination to get Carys. Whatever he’s attempting behind her back, he’s confident his plan will draw her closer tohim and not farther away. Late at night when she sleeps, I wrack my brain trying to determine what he’s got, what he’s doing to make her want him.

“You won’t be able to stay in Switzerland long-term with your head office in Chicago,” I say as she settles behind her desk.

“I know.” She doesn’t meet my gaze. “I’ve been thinking of a solution. We’ll have to figure out a way to make it work. I can fly here on weekends or work from here if there’s nothing urgent there. Delegate more. Have virtual meetings.”

I press my fingers into my forehead. “A lot of fucking work.”

A slow smile spreads across her face. “You’re over there glowering. Are you happy?”

Her amber eyes are shining with so much love it’s impossible to break eye contact.

“Yeah. I am.” With a deep breath, I run a hand down my cheek. “Makes me paranoid something will knock me down a peg or two.”

She comes around the desk to sit on my knee. “Well, there’s still a lot going on. But there haven’t been any more packages since we returned. No more thefts. At least some product from the original warehouse went to the PLA. We haven’t been shot at, and no one has died in the last week.”

I laugh. “You’re making my point for me. Things are going too fucking well.” My loose hold around her waist isn’t enough, and I tug her closer. “We still don’t have a clue what your father and Eric will drop in your lap in a few weeks.”

She grimaces. “Whatever it is, we’ll be fine. It can’t be anything too serious, or Jay would have caught wind of it. He hasn’t seen his family in so long. I’m feeling like the worst employer ever.”

My mouth quirks up. “He’s still alive. You’re not the worst employer.”

She slaps my shoulder, and I haul her against me so her face finds the crook of my neck. “What time is Sean calling?” I murmur in her ear.

“Any minute. He needed a secure line that couldn’t be traced.”

“I have a minute or two.”

She laughs. “That’s not going to satisfy me.” When she gets off my lap, I give her ass a little swat.

“Would have satisfied me. Temporarily.” She holds my gaze as she goes to her seat. Our minds are in sync. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you? Pulling up your skirt, bending over the desk, me coming up behind you, my hand—”

The shrill ringing of the phone on her desk makes Carys jump.

I grin.

“Hold that.” She picks up the receiver, breathless.

Bank numbers and routing codes go back and forth between them, with her clicking through various websites. She asked an IT guy at her company to set up the backdoor shit she’s doing with Sean right now. Makes me fucking nervous. It’s unnerving to care this much for someone else and to be unsure everything will work out, that she’ll be safe, unharmed by the fallout I brought to her door.

When she gets off the phone, her gaze meets mine.

“It’s done. Modest amounts in dozens of bank accounts, but you’ve got money again. We can go to the bank later today and decide which account you want to use as your primary.”

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