Page 64 of Be My Wife

“What are you thinking?” I muse.

Her forehead crease gets even worse.

Suddenly, she looks up.

Right into my office.

I jolt back, my chair spinning like a top and my heart thumping hard as I try to pretend that I’m not staring at her.

The door bursts open.

Levy hustles in, a big smile on his face.

I scowl. “What?”

“Thought you weren’t coming to the office?”

I try to shift my chair so I can peer at Elizabeth. “Changed my mind.”

“Really?” Levy inches to the left, blocking my view of my troublesome wife.

I lift my head.

Glare at him.

“What are you doing?”

“You’re taking over the company now?”

“No.” I pool my fingers together. “I told you this morning. I only agreed to the position so I could collect Gran’s paycheck. I’m a lawyer. I’ll stick with what I’m good at. You keep running the company.”

“I won’t be around forever, Brogan.”

“You’re too stubborn to die, Levy,” I mumble.

He laughs. “By the way, I arranged for Gerard to resume his job as the Harrington family driver.”

“Yeah.” I slide my annoyed gaze over to Levy. “I saw that.”

He places an envelope down on the table. “Here.”

“What is it?” I ask, not bothering to touch the envelope.

“The key card to your grandmother’s suite.”

“You mean the penthouse?”

“It’s paid for by the company. No mortgage. No bills. I had the cleaner in this morning. You and Elizabeth shouldn’t have any problems. ”

I lean forward. “Why are you giving me this?”

“The money you save on rent can go to the little girl you’re trying to help.”

I stiffen. “How do you know…?”

“Every penny of your advance was deposited into her account at the children’s hospital. I put two and two together.”

I grit my teeth and struggle with my rising desire to grab the keycard and chuck it. Taking my grandmother’s job was bad enough. Taking her driver and now her apartment?

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