Page 62 of Midnight Danger

“I have a few ideas. Leave it with me.” Jordan looked as weary as I felt.

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Cassandra was sitting at the table, surrounded by paperwork. Peeking over her shoulder, I saw they were title deeds to properties.

“You do realise you don’t work anymore?” I asked.

She jumped, her hand covering her heart. “You scared me,” she accused.

“Whatcha doing?”

“I was working on the deeds to your new venture. Technically, I can still work as your own private solicitor. The contract was between Bartholomew enterprises and my old firm. Your business wasn’t included.”

“Most women would be happy to stay at home and rest.”

Her eyebrows hit her hairline. “I’m not most women.”

My lips twitched before I kissed the end of her nose. “And I’m grateful for that every day.”

Her brow furrowed as she studied me. “You look worried.”

I sat down opposite her and picked up the brochure for the property with all the images in it. We never selected a new venture based on location but how it felt when the three of us walked inside. If we could visualise what it would become, then we bought it and worried about all the other details after that.

“Zee.”

I glanced up to meet her troubled gaze.

“I can’t help if you don’t talk to me.” My apartment used to be a place where I sat and debated my problems alone for hours.

“There’s a problem that needs sorted this weekend, an auction we need to attend.” Cas continued to stare at me, waiting for me to continue. “I don’t want to drag you into my world.” I finally admitted.

She picked up one of my hands, her fingers intertwining through mine. “This world belongs to both of us now.”

“Yeah, but I’d rather you didn’t meet the man I am when I’m not with you.”

A sad smile touched her lips. “You mean the man who killed those evil men who wanted to rape and murder me?” She shrugged. “He’s kinda hot, but don’t tell my husband I have a weakness for bad boys.”

“Your secret’s safe with me.” A smirk danced on my mouth at the way she liked to play with our marriage.

“Why are we attending an auction?”

I sighed, reality sinking in. “Someone stole something from the Council. It’s our job to get it back.”

“Why your job?”

It was a damned good question. Over the years, we’d dealt with all of these security threats ourselves, jetting across the globe. It had been an adventure, but the fun was fast disappearing from it the more we discovered about the men who ran the Council. Malcolm had left a sour taste in everyone’s mouth.

“Honestly?” I said softly. “I don’t know anymore.”

“What type of auction?” She diverted the conversation back to the original point.

“One that only the very rich can afford to attend. Looks like you’re going dress shopping to become Mrs. Bartholomew.”

Her teeth bit into her bottom lip, fire igniting in her eyes.

“My wife needs some dresses and several pairs of expensive and sexy shoes,” I informed her. I’d already prepared for this moment when I was planning the wedding. My wallet was in my jacket pocket hanging in the bedroom.

Leaving Cassandra sitting at the table, I wandered into the room and retrieved it. “Here.” I handed her the new black credit card with her name on it. “Spend what you want.”

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