00:45 Money siphoned into a nonprofit account. You pick the receiver. I’ll take care of the details.
I thought about Mason’s checks to the cancer foundation in his brother’s name.
I laughed. It would be kind of perfect.
I sent Toxicwrath the details.
There was no going back now.
Chapter 10
Mason
“I had a good time last night.”
I took a long drink of the coffee I had gotten earlier from Nan’s Coffee Shop. I was sitting at my desk, my email open, not able to concentrate on any of it.
Because of the woman I couldn’t stop myself from calling.
“Me too,” she said softly.
I could hear the sound of people talking in the background.
“You at work?” I asked.
“Yeah. You?”
I took another drink of coffee. “Yeah. Early morning. No rest for the wicked and all that.”
Hannah chuckled. “Me too. Including the wicked part.”
“When can I see you again?” I found myself asking.
Too eager, Mason,I chastised myself.
I didn’t care. I wasn’t playing games. I wasn’t going to pull some macho bullshit where I pretended to be aloof when all I wanted was to be around her some more.
Life was too short for that crap. And somehow I knew Hannah wouldn’t appreciate the pretense.
I thought about that moment when I had found her in my bedroom last night. There had been something in her eyes that had bothered me.
It had looked like fear.
It had confused me.
I had felt my own fear when I realized my work briefcase was on the chair. The agent in me had become instantly suspicious.
Had she looked inside?
Why was she in here?
What did she want?
I shouldn’t have brought hard copies of my case files home. It was a rookie move. Despite my cyber job, I liked paper in my hands. I needed to go over details in black and white and not on a screen. It helped focus me. Sometimes it provided insight I couldn’t get from staring at a computer.
And I hadn’t expected Hannah to find her way into my bedroom.
I had hoped, for obvious reasons, but certainly not expected it.
