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Jun shook his head. “What choice do I have? They think I’m responsible for Madam’s death.”

“But there’s no evidence! You didn’t do it.”

Jun looked at me with a sweet-sad look of gratitude. I guessed he was glad I presumed him innocent. Hell, I’d sooner believe that somehowIkilled the old bird.

“But Madam changed her will right before she died,” Jun said. “The P.I. said it looks bad.”

“It was a choice she made, though, right? Her overdose was intentional?”

“I’m sure of it.” Jun looked down at his hands. “She never did drugs and looked down on people who did. And she said several times that she didn’t want the disease to take her. I didn’t realize how serious she was.”

“Then, of course,she changed her will right before she died. She already had a plan in place, and she was getting her final affairs in order. I’m sure the family’s upset, but that doesn’t make it your fault. They don’t have a leg to stand on.”

The kettle started boiling and Jun poured hot water over the tea sachet in his cup. “It’s fine,” he said. “I never expected the money, so it’s easy come, easy go. The family expected the inheritance money, though. Maybe they were counting on it.”

I scoffed. “Doesn’t matter what they expected. It’s Olsen’s decision. She didn’t need to leave them a dime if she didn’t want to.”

Jun fell silent for a while and wrapped his hands around his cup. “Do you think they don’t deserve it?” he asked in a quiet voice. “That they shouldn’t get the inheritance because they never visited her?”

There was a shift in his demeanor, and he looked sincerely guilty for the first time. Maybe he had his own baggage around visiting his mother. “I never said that,” I said. “For all I know, the woman was insufferable to be around. I’m just saying you were there, and they were not. They’re in no position to say you don’t deserve it. “

Jun contemplated this for a moment, bobbing his tea bag in the water. “I didn’t even know Madamthatwell. I was only there for the last year of her life.”

“So what? If an old fart gets remarried at age ninety and leaves everything to a new wife he hardly knows, that’s his prerogative.”

“It wasn’t like that,” Jun said, “between Madam and me.”

Damn! Bad analogy.“Of course not. I’m just saying people write folks into their wills for all kinds of reasons. Genuine care seems like a reason worth defending.”

“I’ll bet Madam’s family cares, too.” Jun took out the tea bag and set it on a plate.

Augh! Stop being empathetic to everyone but yourself.“Maybe. But plenty of folks are just greedy. And it’s messed up they’re using these scare tactics with you. They could’ve tried talking to you first if they had a legitimate claim.”

Jun pursed his lips to one side, looking unconvinced. I needed a different approach.

“Do it for Mr. Cuddles, then,” I said. “I know you’ll take great care of him. He’s probably just a bargaining chip to the family, though.”

God help him, that seemed to work. Jun drummed his fingers on the cup and furrowed his brow.

“And you don’t need to surrender any money to keep him, either,” I pressed. “It’s like that story where King Solomon suggests cutting a baby in half. If you give up your half too easily,thatwould look suspicious.”You’re innocent. Stand your ground.

Jun sipped his tea. “Thank you, Sir. I’ll think about it.”

I sensed he was done with the subject and tucked into my breakfast sandwich.

“I’m going to catch up on cleaning,” he said. “Do you need anything else?”

“Yeah. Could you call someone about getting the security gate fixed?”

“Certainly, Sir.” He bowed and left the room, and I discretely watched the enticing swing of his hips as he left.

Damn. I wanted to talk to Jun about where we stood, to see if maybe we could make a second attempt at our session on the couch. But how could I bring it up? Marshall had interrupted our conversation last time, and the shadow of the Olsen family now loomed over everything. Would it make Jun feel supported if I told him how much I cared? Or would my lovesick affection only stress him out on top of the pending lawsuit?

I shifted in my seat, squeezing my stiffening cock. If Jun brought it up first, I’d leap at the chance to pick up where we’d left off. Until then, I resigned myself to watching for an opportunity. My private fantasies ran wild while I finished breakfast. I sopped up the egg yolk from my plate with a crust of English muffin so I wouldn’t waste a drop.

Chapter 14 (Jun)

Sir’s laptop was so disorganized, it hurt my eyes to look at it. A hodgepodge of thumbnails and shortcuts littered every inch of the desktop. Discomfort swelled in my chest, and I sorted by file type just to get everything in neat rows.

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