Page 11 of Love & Heart Braking

I made sure to look confused. “Do you think it means something?”

She scowled. “Knowing him? It’s a jab.”

“Maybe he wasn’t sure where to put your name because you left abruptly last night.”

The fact he’d put her name second meant he’d definitely thought about his opening address.

Soleil swallowed. “We can’t accept this.”

Rolli, one of the new cupids, joined us. His long dark hair was gathered into a glorious man bun that I’d tried and failed to replicate. “Accept what?”

I smiled. “It’s hush-hush, okay?”

He nodded. The cupid wasn’t the quietest of the new intake, but he was the most reserved. I had a feeling we’d be good friends one day when he relaxed more.

“Fenton offered to sell us Pick Up.”

Rolli’s eyes widened. “That’s huge.”

Pick Up was a bigger premises and had a bigger clientele. Not that we’d retain most of that clientele with the changes we’d make.

I glanced at Soleil. “It is huge. A once-in-a-business-lifetime career.”

To get revenge on his financial backers, Fenton was selling Pick Up for cheap. He had to buy the Ventrams, Dethnels, and Hucses out, and then wanted a bit spare to live on, but otherwise, he was undervaluing the company for us.

Soleil cut me a look. “I know this is a great opportunity.”

“Then you shouldn’t have trouble accepting the loan.”

Rolli grunted. “You went to krakens?”

“Oh, nothing like that.” Loan krakens were only for the desperate. I shuddered to think of the fine print. People had lost their firstborns to contracts like that before dealing in descendants was illegalized.

Soleil scrunched the paper in her hands. “He’s only doing this to mess with me. Does he think I need his help? I don’t want it. Or is he trying to be nice? Why is he being nice? Should I be nice back?”

She smoothed the paper and read it again. A pink flushed her cheeks.

Rolli darted a look my way, and I winked.

The cupid grinned, then schooled it away. “Seems like he might want in your pants.”

Soleil’s gaze flew to his. “You think? Totally in line with his character. Why do men have to be so…”

Just what Bain was, we never heard. The siren fell quiet again, biting her lip as she reread the letter for the third time.

She wandered to her desk.

Rolli leaned against the bench next to me. “Interesting.”

“Only very,” I replied drily. My stomach lurched as I realized those words usually came from Devereaux’s mouth.

I missed him. Dammit.

The bell chimed.

A small woman walked in, scanning the office.

I pushed off the bench. “Welcome to Yearning Hearts. Are you Evania?”

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