Page 136 of Delicate Storm

“Um, well, he’s not really dealing with that side of things because I didn’t give him all the details. He’s looking into finding proof about what I overheard.”

“What?Jesus. Isn’t that going to make things worse for you?”

“Possibly. But I couldn’t let them get away with it. I know their clients are wealthy, but that doesn’t mean they deserve to be ripped off.”

Easton stares up at me for a beat before he smiles. “You have a good heart, Paige. I just wish it didn't have the potential to get you into trouble.”

“Me too. And thanks.”

“For what?”

“For not telling me I’m crazy.”

“Why the hell would I do that?”

“I don’t know. But it wouldn’t be completely off base. I tried to go it alone. I hired someone to look for evidence, and if he’d found some, I was going to take them down. But he didn’t. So now my dad’s taking over.”

“And you think he’ll have better luck?”

“He’s taking a different approach. Christian’s family owns a few hedge funds, so my dad and Austin, the guy I hired, are going to try and invest their money. See what they do with it.”

Easton glances away thoughtfully, before looking back at me. “I think that’s a good plan.”

“I know. But it’s also risky.”

“I’m glad you’re here then.” He squeezes my waist again. “In San Francisco.”

“Me too. And I have no plans of going back…except for Thanksgiving.”

“Thanksgiving?”

“Yeah, I’m going to spend it with my mom’s family.”

“I’m not sure I like that plan.” Easton frowns. “You’ll be careful, right?”

“I promise.” As I say it, my first thought is that my mom wouldn’t let anything happen to me, but then I remember she’s involved with Christian’s dad and suddenly I’m not so sure. “I’ll look after myself.”

“What if that’s not enough?”

“Are you really worried?”

“Nope,” he lies. I can see the concern etched in his features. “I barely know you.”

“Barely know me, huh?”

“Yep.”

I grab his hands and place them on my breasts. “You know these.”

“I do,” he confirms with no emotion.

Lifting to my knees, I glide one of his hands between my legs and rub his finger against my core, trying hard not to moan. “You know this.”

“Yep.”

Next I lift his other hand to my mouth, holding his fingers against my lips as I speak. “And this.”

“I know your body, Paige. But I want to know this.” He drops his hand to my heart and holds it there, his eyes locked on mine. I can’t do anything but suck in a breath. “I don’t know where we go from here,” he adds, “but I want more.”

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