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Yes, his job may be classified. But surely he could tell hersomething? The very foundation of a relationship was built on honesty.
She lowered to her seat and tried to push everything to the back of her mind as she started making calls to prospective sellers and buyers who’d emailed her thanks to the mailbox drops. It took a while, but she didn’t mind. She loved her job, and after such a long slow period, it felt good to be busy.
When she was done, she grabbed the keys from her open houses earlier that afternoon and headed to her small office safe. After keying in the code, she opened the door and placed the keys inside. She was about to close it—but stopped.
The keys for Angelo’s property were supposed to be in the safe…but they weren’t.
Shit! Had she put them somewhere else? Had she taken them home after showing those prospective buyers yesterday? She’d done it before, so it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility.
She tried to think back to the tours. The last had been at the end of the day, and shehadgone straight home after…but she could’ve sworn she’d replaced his keys this morning, when grabbing the sets for the open houses.
Panic bubbled in her chest, but she forced it down. It was fine. She’d go home and search there. She’d also search her car and work bag. She’d find those keys.
Still, her heart rattled in her chest. Because what if she didn’t?
CHAPTER21
Erik’s watch lit up when Hannah stepped onto his property. Good, he’d been getting damn worried.
Since last night, the idea of her working with James made him uncomfortable. If people were after the man for money, they might target anyone close to him, and that could include coworkers.
He tugged the front door open. Hannah stood on the other side, smile a mile wide on her lips and bottle of wine in hand. “A red to go with the vindaloo.”
He tugged her straight into him and crashed his lips to hers. He couldn’t be in the woman’s company without needing to touch her. Kiss her. Feel her soft against his hard.
She sighed, and when her lips parted, he slipped his tongue inside, tasting the fucking sweetness that was Hannah.
When they finally separated, her eyes were soft, lips red. “Hm. That was a nice greeting.”
“What I really want to do is take you against the damn wall.”
Heat blasted through her eyes. “And the problem with that is…?”
He lowered his head again, his lips hovering over hers. “The problem, Miss Jacobs, is that I’d need hours to get my fill of you. And then you’d never be fed.”
“Who needs food? I already ate lunch, I’m good.”
If it wasn’t for her diabetes, he might believe her. Instead, he gritted his teeth and pushed the door closed after her. “Come on, before you completely corrupt me.”
In the kitchen, Hannah lifted the knife he’d just been using and started slicing the mushrooms while he opened the wine.
“Did you see James today?” Erik asked, knowing his voice came out harder than he’d intended.
“No. But I often don’t see him, Taylor,orReuben on a Saturday.”
Good. “How’d it go with Brigid?”
Her chopping paused, and the sad tilt of her lips gave her away. “Worse than I could have imagined. She wasn’t happy. In fact, she was offended that I believed it might be true.”
His brows flickered as he slid a glass of wine toward her. “James said what he said, though. And those were definitely pills in the bag.”
She swallowed. “I know. I think she was more questioning how well I knewyouand trusted what you saw.”
That was fair.
“She’s not texting me back,” Hannah said quietly. “I asked Henry to check on her, so I’m just waiting to hear from him.”
Unable to stop himself, he moved behind her and gripped her hips, setting his mouth close to her ear. “She’ll come around.”
