Page 84 of Always Salty

“You’re going to have to get a forensic accountant in here to figure out what all was done,” I said. “And then we’re going to have to file charges.”

“I have a slightly better idea,” he said. “Though probably not better for them.”

The way he said it made me think that he was about to do something highly illegal.

“This could all be figured out legally,” I pointed out.

“The time for that has passed,” he said. “If we want to see that money again, we’re going to have to get it by other means.”

I nodded and headed for the elevator. “Hey, I was going to ask, do you want to move into my apartment?”

He frowned. “The one we just got for you for the next year?”

I shrugged. “Dima asked me to move in, and I said yes.”

He studied me for a long moment before he said, “You know he’s very dangerous, right?”

I smiled and got into the elevator. “I know.”

“You know that he’s slightly crazy, too?” he asked.

I shrugged. “I know that a little bit crazy is okay, as long as it’s the crazy protecting you.”

“You’re right,” he agreed. “Do you love him?”

He wasn’t asking me this because he was questioning me. He was asking me because he genuinely wanted to know.

“I’m so in love with him that I don’t even know how to begin to explain it,” I admitted.

He was silent for a while, and the floors ticked by on the elevator before he said, “I want that one day.”

My brows rose. “You had that, brother.”

He remained silent, and I knew that we wouldn’t be having the discussion on his ‘once’ love.

I smiled, though, because I knew a secret.

The girl that I’d suggested we hire was none other than his ‘one true love.’

The woman that he pushed away when he’d gone into prison and hadn’t called since.

He might hate me after he figured it out, but only a little bit.

A secret smile stayed on my lips as I headed through the lobby and out the employee entrance.

In the last few days, a lot had changed with the security.

Now we had a guard all the time, and there were multiple of them.

The nightshift guard greeted us as we exited the building.

He’d been making a round of the building, and had his flashlight out.

“Hey, Horace.” I smiled. “Have a nice night.”

He dipped his chin and kept walking.

“He’s so talkative,” I teased.

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