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“They were on your desk.”
“You cannot just walk into my business, read my financial records, call my suppliers, buy lumber, fix things, and decide you’re in charge.”
“Just did.”
Her eyes flash.
Fuck, she’s pretty angry.
“Stop solving my problems.”
“No.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
She shoves both hands against my chest but I don’t move. That pisses her off more.
“Dane.”
“What?”
“I don’t need a billionaire swooping in and fixing my life.”
“Good.”
“Good?”
“Not swooping. Hate flying.”
She stares at me. “Do you ever take anything seriously?”
“You.”
That shuts her up. I shouldn’t have said it. But I don’t regret it.
Her hands are still against my chest. She seems to realize it at the same time I do. Her fingers curl slightly into my thermal. I look down and she pulls them away.
“The hundred thousand dollars was the deal.”
“Yeah.”
“That is all I agreed to take from you.”
“Then don’t take anything else.”
She gestures around us. “What do you call this?”
“Me fixing shit.”
“At my lodge.”
“My wife’s lodge.”
“Fake wife.”
I step closer.
