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I’m officially moving in with him. I’m not sure I want to sell this place just yet, but I’m tired of looking for things that are here while I’m in Manhattan. When I woke, complaining about not being able to remember where a few things were, Ronan canceled his day and said we would make a day of coming here to pack my things up.

So far, it’s been fun to listen to him grumble and gripe. A couple of bottles of wine and pizza have gone a long way to lessen the complaining. Oisín will be over in a bit to drop off the dogs.

Ronan did have some documents he needed to sign that he couldn’t put off. Thankfully, that meant Tadhg had to meet us here and he’s been helping get all the boxes lined up in the main area for the movers.

“A girl can never have too many clothes. We bloat, we shrink, we just change our minds about how things look. Options are a must,” I chirp as I wrap my arms around his neck and peck his lips.

This is the most ordinary I’ve felt in such a long time. I’m a little excited about the wedding this weekend. I’ve spent the last two months looking for the perfect dress.

Ronan wants to introduce me as his wife. I don’t want to disappoint. I can’t wait to see the look on Kaye’s face.

“I might not have such a problem with it if ya allowed me to do the spoiling,” he croons and palms my ass, returning the peck to my lips.

“Nope, you spoil me in the only way that matters to me. I don’t need your money.”

He growls and buries his face in my neck. I get ready to reach my hand into his sweats when his phone rings. I guess that’s for the best. It’s not like we’re here alone.

“Hello, Den’Nisha,” he answers the call like he’s greeting an old friend.

These two talk on the phone all the time. Mom really is happy to have a son-in-law. I roll my eyes and head for the closet to finish packing.

How did I even get all this here from PA? He might be right. I frown as I admit to myself I might have a problem. I reach for a pair of shoes and a panel behind them falls open. I knit my brows and move closer to look inside.

Reaching in, I pull out the box inside and blow the dust off. This was once Uncle Freddie’s room. This had to belong to him.

My curiosity is piqued. I go to walk out of the closet but stop short as Ronan’s words reach my ears.

“I promise ya. I’m going to find Anika. Don’t give up on me yet.”

I tighten my hold on the box, nearly crushing it. I know this man hasn’t gone behind my back to help find that bitch. This is none of his fucking business.

“I know you fucking lying,” I roar as I step out of the closet.

Ronan spins and looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. Oh, he hasn’t seen how crazy I’m about to get. I feel so betrayed.

“Danny, calm down and listen to me,” he says and holds his hand out as if to stop a wild animal.

“You have no fucking right,” I snap.

His face grows dark with anger. He works his jaw, looking as if he’s fighting to keep from breaking on me. Pulling the phone from his ear, he holds it out to me.

I roll my eyes but step forward and take it. He huffs and turns to leave. I lift the phone to my ear and take a calming breath.

“Hello.”

“You owe that man an apology. Anika has been missing for going on two years, Danny. Someone’s paying that girl’s rent, but she hasn’t been there since before you left for Ireland.

“Danika, what happened between you two? I need to know because my baby is in trouble. I can feel it. I’m still her mother,” my mom sobs.

I stumble back. My head is spinning. I try to remember the day I found out the money was missing.

“Wait … what?”

“What happened, Danny?”

“I sent her to the bank to make a deposit and clear some invoices. She sent me a text that she was sorry.

“She didn’t come back and when I checked the account, she made the deposit but took out half a million after.

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