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“My father practiced creative accounting when it came to paying for shit he didn’t want tracked. I bet Benjamin Dow is one of the dummy accounts he set up.”
“Will you be able to find the account?”
He scratched his forehead and the back of his neck and studied me deeply. “Perhaps. And thank you.” His tone was firm and sincere.
I turned my headslightly. “What are you thanking me for exactly?”
He lifted me off the sofa and set me on his lap. “For being intelligent, beautiful, and the woman I love.”
My mouth watered. I loved how we teased each other like this, our lips creeping toward each other and tongues readying for contact.
Knock, knock, knock.
We ripped our eyes off each other to cast our attention towardthe doorway. The sound had awakened us out of our erotic haze.
“Let me guess,” I whispered and cleared the frog out of my throat. “We’re on our way to Nashville?”
He winked at me and lifted me to my feet. Then he wrapped his arms around my waist. Whoever was at the door knocked again.
Jasper looked over his shoulder. “Wait a second!”
And the next thing I knew, we wereengaging in that kiss. But as my head danced in the clouds, I couldn’t help but wonder how in the hell Kylie Roberson knew to include Benjamin Dow in her email full of bullshit facts.
