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I sit straight up, stomach bottoming out. “Only someone who had knowledge of the system could’ve done it. Could it have been Carla?”

“Why would she do it? She learned just enough about the paintings to get by?” Evie grits out. Disdain is clear in her voice.

“Evie, that’s so true.” I think about another person in my life who knew the business pretty well. He could almost describe a painting better than me. He sold art, too. Some people didn’t like working with him because they felt he was greedy when it came to commissions. I didn’t try raking people over the coals. He always said, get what you’re worth, baby.

He wouldn’t do this. Would he?

“What’s the username used to access the system?”

“It’s all numbers. Like someone’s hiding their username on purpose,” she says.

“Remember when you and Carson worked at Sheik Gallery House and you two went up for that promotion?”

“Yeah?”

“I think he’s always held resentment against you for getting the job. Then, later, opening your own gallery.”

“But he seemed genuinely happy for me. And helped me open the gallery,” the last part comes out as almost a whisper.

He would have access to the system. Why would he steal from me though? And ruin my career.

“I’ll see if the sheriff can help me find out who accessed the system.”

“And how are things going with the sheriff?” She pushes.

“Well, we didn’t have sex, but things got hot and heavy. He told me to sit on his face.”

I hear her squeal while drumming her hand on the desk. “Okay, I’m not mad. Happy you only gave him a taste.”

We burst into laughter.

“You and Tara should come to the festival,” I say.

“Give me all the details. We’ll be there.”

After getting off the phone with Evie, I press my face against Gavin’s shirt and inhale. My scent creeps up. This time I smell caramel. I better take another scent suppressant.

My thoughts go back to my conversation with Evie. Could someone have broken into my system? I’ll change the passwords. It’s time to crack this case wide open with the sheriff’s help.

Chapter Eleven

GAVIN

Iturn onto my back and slide my hands over my face. Instantly, I remember eating Sasha’s pussy like a starved man. She rocked back and forth, giving me her slick.

I know I said I didn’t want a mate, but Sasha feels right. I find myself laughing at her jokes when I’m home alone.

I glance at the clock, then get up to get ready for my run with Tyson and Jax. I can’t stop thinking about how good she tastes and her come faces. They will be the star of my run this morning.

I don’t even think she realized I used my wolf nails to get rid of her panties that are scattered in pieces all over the bedroom floor. Another happy memory to keep close today. Ive been such a grumpy bastard I rarely allow myself good days.

I contemplate washing her natural scent off my skin, but I don’t want another man sniffing her. Mine.

My hand curls around the doorknob as I enter the bathroom. A strong sense of possession rises in my wolf.

Neither of us want mates. Could we exist happily together without the formal bullshit?

Thirty minutes later, I walk into the heavily wooded area.