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A suitcase, full of cash, was the next delivery I received. Like the last one, it was personally delivered by one of his men. I refused it and was threatened, so I didn’t even wait for Valeria and called him directly—something I had never done in the past.

“Jamison, I’m assuming you’re calling me to tell me you’re ready to start?” he said in his authoritative tone.

“Alejandro, I’m getting tired of this. Stop sending me things. I’m never taking over your businesses. Valeria and I have made ourselves clear.”

“It’s my daughter’s inheritance. You will not deny her.”

“I’m hanging up now and sending this back.”

“You dare refuse my money?”

“Yes. I do. Now stop harassing me.”

The next week, I got the keys to a Ferrari that was waiting on the curb. I could see it out the window when I looked down from my office.

That went back, too.

Quinn kisses my chest, pulling me back into reality. “Penny for your thoughts.”

“Morning, doll.”

Her beautiful smile lights up her face. “Morning. What are you thinking?”

“How excited I am to start our life together.”

She looks at her finger, almost as if she’s seeing the ring for the first time. “This is really beautiful, Jamison.”

“You’re beautiful. Come back with me Sunday night to New York.”

“I need to give notice at my work. Plus, I have to pack.”

I groan. “I’ll hire movers to pack. How much notice are you going to give?”

“I don’t know. What do you think is fair? A month?”

“A month? Two weeks is standard.”

“I’ve worked there for nine years. I don’t want to leave them shorthanded.”

I groan. “Quinn. Is this your way of avoiding the move?”

“What? No. I just want to do the right thing.”

“Then give a two-week notice like a normal person, hope they tell you to end earlier, and come start our life together in New York.”

“Don’t you have it all planned out,” she teases me.

“I’ve been waiting for you for months.”

She takes a deep breath. “Okay. I’ll give a two-week notice. I want to pack myself though.”

“All right. I’ll just have the movers transfer the boxes to New York.”

“So, we are going to do this, then?” She looks at me hesitantly.

Panic rolls around in my stomach. “Don’t tell me you’re rethinking things, doll.”

“No. It’s just a big move.”

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