Page 88 of Ghost

“Ghost,” King barked.

“The other old ladies here know about the explosion,” I reminded him.

“Mellie isn’t an old lady.”

I clamped my lips together to keep me from putting my foot in my mouth. But the fuck she wasn’t. It might not be official yet, but this woman was mine. They all knew it. Hell, I’d done nothing but talk about her for months. They all knew I wasn’t sleeping with the club girls anymore. I may not have had any way to find her, but fate stepped in and fucking figured it out for me.

“Mellie,” King started. “Danny was in a building when it exploded. He made it through, barely, but now no one knows where he and Dante are.”

“They’re dead, aren’t they?” she whispered.

“We don’t know that.”

I rubbed her back, doing my best to comfort her without pushing. What I really wanted to do was pull her onto my lap and wrap my arms around her. Keeping her there and never letting her go.

“Here’s the footage from the office.”

Melissa stiffened under my hand and glared at Nav.

“How did you find that? I erased it.”

“The footage uploads into the cloud every night.”

“Do you have Dani’s sessions on there?” she asked, her voice raising higher. “Erase them,” she snarled.

“Melissa—”

“Erase them, Zach. I mean it. You didn’t say anything about keeping the recordings. You said it reset every night.”

“Why have cameras if you’re gonna erase the footage?” Jack asked.

“So, if anything happens during a session, she can pull the footage that day before it erases,” Nav answered.

Melissa looked up at the screen. “Wait. That angle is different.” Turning on Zach, she asked, “How did you get another camera in my office?”

“Danny installed it before your first meeting. When he asked me about finding someone to work with Danika, I suggested you. He knew he wasn’t staying. He wanted to check in on you and Dante while he was gone.”

“You told him not to tell me, didn’t you?”

“I did.”

“You bastard!” Melissa stood from her chair and headed for the door.

“I won’t apologize. Danika needed you. So did Sypher and Pippen,” Nav argued.

“That wasn’t your decision to make! How many others?”

“What?”

“How many others were there that you sent to me, completely disregarding my wishes?”

“None,” he said, his eyes on his computer.

“Bullshit. How many?”

Zach sat back in his chair, eyes locked on Melissa, and without a hint of repentance, he answered, “All of them.”

Melissa turned and walked out the door.

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