Page 11 of Furever Loyal
“Are you going to show me?”
She blinked, realizing he was staring blankly at the screen as she held it out to him. Flicking it on, she showed him the various pages of information that showed very clearly an extra ten million dollars now sitting in his account, that someone had purposefully tried to hide.
Even Kincaid didn’t try to argue that she was wrong. It was plain as day to see now that she and her team had tracked it down.
“That appears to be correct,” he muttered, unhappy about it all, but unable to deny what it looked like. “Though I didn’t steal it.”
She remained quiet, not interested in getting into a shouting match with him about whether or not he was a thief and thus a traitor.
“Someone must have planted it there,” he said quietly. “To frame me, to make me look guilty. To try and have me removed.”
Haley just shrugged. She’d done her part.
“Thissomeone, they would have to have access to the accounts. To be able to move money around. They would know exactly how to make it look real,” he said.
His voice was growing colder the more he talked, and when Haley finally looked up into a handsome face twisted with anger, she realized immediately where he was going with his insinuations.
“Excuse me?”
“You could do it all,” he said. “Easily too, I bet.”
She laughed sharply. “Kincaid, I didn’t even know you existed before this morning when we found this information. You flatter yourself, but you arenotthat important to me.”
Tracking his face, she saw the hurt at the way she’d dismissed him, though it was gone in a second, hidden behind his defenses. He tried not to let her see that she’d scored a point with him, but she had. She was paying close attention, watching his features carefully.
“Unless someone paid you to do it, maybe.”
“I make a solid seven-figure sum a year being Ursa’s accountant. Why the hell would I jeopardize that? It’s a good job. You’re barking up the wrong tree. It’s far more likelyyoudid it.”
“Everyone who knows me is aware I would never betray my House,” he snapped, shoulders and arms bulging under his shirt as he pounded at the table, expressing his anger.
“Maybe the House doesn’t know the real you,” she suggested. “Either way, I don’t give a shit. I showed you the evidence. I did my part. What now?”
He fell silent, scratching his chin thoughtfully. She watched him for a few moments, noting that when he wasn’t furious, he was actually fairly easy on the eyes. But his anger twisted his features up into something unpleasant to look at.
I wonder what his smile is like?
Catching herself, she started thinking about something else. Anything else. She was not going to go down this path with Kincaid, evaluating his looks. He was the enemy.
“Go home,” he said abruptly.
“What?”
“Go home. I’ll be in touch.”
He got up swiftly and was out of the room before she could say another word, the door slowly closing behind him.
“Well, that was fucking weird,” she muttered, getting up and doing as she’d been told.
Anything to get the hell out of this place. It gives me the creeps.
6
The sleek electric vehicle pulled into the parking lot with barely a rumble.
He regarded the white car with interest as he lounged against the building, his thick skin warding off the chill of winter, though all he wore was a tight navy-blue sweater and black jeans with gold stitching. The cold didn’t affect him. Never had. Part of it was being a shifter, but even amongst them, he felt it less than most. Perks of his lineage.
Through the window, he could see Haley looking at him.Probably deciding whether or not she’s going to get out of her car now I’m here.Kincaid put the odds at fifty-fifty.
