Page 15 of Midnight Legacy

She slowly removed it from her mouth. “I’m starving.”

“So I see. Let me guess—is this my dick’s fault as well?” I winked before opening the fridge and bringing out drinks.

“He does seem to constantly have nefarious plans.”

“I’ll try and dampen his plans for world domination,” I said in a dry tone.

Her hair was a riot of curls around her head that had a just-fucked look. I really wished that that had been the case.

“I bought flat shoes for the funeral,” Cassandra said as she helped herself to another slice of pizza. “That’s his fault.”

I slouched back in my chair and stared at her. “You do realise that my dick doesn’t specify which shoes you have to wear? He tends to shy away from stilettos in case they stick him in the eye, but that’s his own personal preference.”

“I loved my stilettos.” Cassandra sighed, before her attention zeroed in on me. “What took you so long to get the pizzas?”

Dad used to say that women had a sixth sense when there was something wrong. Cassandra absolutely possessed that gene and it activated every time I worried about something. Part of me wanted to lie to her, but the part of me that married her knew she deserved the truth.

“That asshole who kept sending you dick pics was downstairs looking in through the window.”

She stopped chewing. “Did he say anything?”

“Nope. He disappeared when he saw me.”

Cassandra swallowed and picked up her glass. “I assume it’s not a coincidence?”

“Doubtful, especially since he was the one who pointed me out to Marco. He disappeared that night along with a huge quantity of jewels.”

She set her slice of pizza down. “Marco disappeared because I killed him.”

“Not true. He disappeared because Jay and I threw him over the balcony and he was later incinerated.” I threw her my best innocent smile.

“Dick,” she muttered.

“You have an obsession with my dick.”

“That’s because he dickmatised me.”

I sighed dramatically. “At least you’re not pussy-whipped.”

Cassandra giggled and lifted her slice of pizza again.

“What are you going to do about the lurker downstairs?” she asked before taking another bite.

“His messages are still on your old phone. Jay can track him through them.” Her old phone had still been in the house when Malcolm abducted her. When she got out of the hospital, a new phone had been waiting for her. She never questioned it.

“I thought my old phone was damaged.” Her voice sounded small and wounded.

“No.” I shook my head. “Your new phone has tracking technology in it so we can find you as long as you’re with your phone. We all carry them.”

“There are photographs of my family on my old phone…” Her voice trailed off.

“It’s in my safe,” I replied automatically. “You have the combination. Did you want me to recover some of the pictures from your old family home?”

“Honestly? I don’t know. Sometimes I think I want them with me and other times I want to pretend I really am the orphan who never knew their family. Is that weird?”

“We all have our own ways of dealing with grief.”

“My oldest memory is the ticking of the old clock Mum had on the first landing. She used to sit on the window seat with me on her knee and read to me. The ticking of the clock made me fall asleep.” A faint smile touched her lips.

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