Page 111 of The Lost and the Found

We sat there and talked about our lives. And even if I was a little reserved with other people, I didn’t feel that with Olivia. And she didn’t look down at me when I told her about my teenage years.

She told me a little about her life. I was surprised to hear how intricately entwined her past was with Mason. I thought it was incredible, the obstacles they went through to be with each other. And they succeeded.

It made me hopeful.

The hours passed by quickly, and we were still deep in conversation when I noticed Olivia’s yawns coming out more frequently. A quick glance at the clock told me it was almost ten. I knew she was tired, so when I suggested we check in on the men, she agreed, but not before making me promise her that we would do lunch soon.

I smiled and agreed, and we walked into Logan office, where I knew he was having the game—we could hear them talking through the closed door.

And we probably walked in at the worst time possible, because they were no longer playing the game. The cards were thrown on the table, and the men were standing at Logan’s desk, their backs to us. And they sounded angry and frustrated. Not at each other, I didn’t think, but at something.

“Are you sure this would be the card he’ll use in court?” This came from Mason, his back ramrod straight.

Olivia and I shared a look.

“You don’t think a man like that would throw his wife under the bus?” Logan asked. I figured out they were talking about a court case.

“We’re not talking about simple money laundering case of a few thousand dollars. We’re talking about millions. And most of it came from a healthcare scheme that took money from millions of working-class people. A lot of people are going to be angry. Are you sure you want to do this? It could come back and bite us in the ass if we’re not careful.”

“So what, you just want to let him go?” Gage asked, taking a large sip of his drink. I winced. I could almost feel the burn of the alcohol.

“That’s not what I’m saying at all and you know it. I just think we need to take caution,” Mason replied.

“What about the wife? Do you think she played a part in this?” This came from Logan.

“It’s possible. Have you met the woman?” Mason asked quietly.

Logan shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. We still need to prepare should they decide what we have to do with this information.”

“What about the girl?” Gage asked.

Even though I couldn’t see his face, I knew Logan was frowning from the tone in his voice. “What girl?”

“His daughter.”

“How old is she?”

“I don’t know. Young. Last I heard, she’d just started college.”

“So not too young. Old enough to take care of herself, should everything turn to shit for her family.”

“You’ve got this, right?” Mason asked, looking at Gage. “I know this is personal for you.”

Gage nodded. “Hell, yeah. The bastard’s going down.”

I didn’t much care about what they were saying, and it sounded like there was someone they wanted to take down… in court?

I was about to make our presence known when Mason suddenly turned and took us in. Any frustration he may have had just moments before instantly melted away when he got a good look at his wife. He walked over to her. “I’m sorry, baby. Are you tired? I didn’t mean to stay for so long.”

Olivia shook her head and wrapped herself around her husband. I turned away from them and looked at Logan, who was staring at me in a heated, hungry way. When he motioned for me to come to him with a wave of his hand, I glowered and stood where I was.

I was not a dog.

Logan smiled, and if we didn’t have company right now, I knew he would be all over me. God, I wished we didn’t have company.

He walked over to me instead.

“Hey. Miss me?”

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