Page 37 of Mika's Heart

She leans over and loudly whispers, “I told you this was overkill. The poor girl is probably shitting her pants.”

When she calls out my name again, I timidly raise my hand. I feel like a child with my hand up in the air until they approach me.

“I’m Fiona! Welcome to White Summer.” She shouts before grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the exit. “Blood, grab the girl’s luggage.”

Comet is pulled along with me as she escorts us to a cute little red convertible surrounded by motorcycles.

“Sorry about the peanut crew. They can be a bit overwhelming but the guys have had some trouble lately. I’m not allowed to go anywhere without an escort. I mean, I can handle myself obviously but between us girls, I say let them do their thing as long as they don’t get in my way.” She explains.

Without letting me get a word in she adds, “After we get you settled, remind me to run you over to Hay’s den. All my employees are required to learn at least one form of self-defense.”

Before I know it, the little red car is zipping through traffic with motorcycles in front and behind it.

“If we had more notice, we would have sent our private plane to bring you directly to White Summer.”

It's almost an hour later when she pulls into an alley and parks. “My husband and I recently bought a house, so we decided you can stay in our old apartment. It is right over the shop, in the middle of town so you can walk for just about anything you need.”

At the top of the stairs, she unlocks the door and steps aside. As I go to walk past her, she reaches out, putting her hand on my arm. “Mika, I’m most likely overwhelming you. I just want you to know, you’re welcome here. Arin is like a sister to me and our family owes Taylor. Anything you need, you ask. Get some rest; take a couple of days to yourself.”

One of the guys is right behind me with my bags; he sets them on the landing and walks away. Fiona puts the key in my hand and follows him.

Once I’m alone in the apartment I sit down and open the envelope Taylor gave me.

Busting out into tears, when I find a debit card with the name Mika Burns printed on the front.

There’s a note telling me that Taylor transferred my part of our inheritance into my chosen name and filed the paperwork to make it my legal name.

The bank book I find tucked in with the note has a number that makes me gasp.

I knew I wouldn’t be poor ever again but the number of zeros almost stops my heart.

The first thing I do is grab my phone and arrange for Jan to fly here. I’m still shaking after confirming her travel arrangements.

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