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“Trying to get pregnant!” I blurt. “Because I’m thirty-five and have PMOS.”
He doesn’t seem surprised. Probably because Courtney would have told him. Duh. I’m an idiot.
“You haven’t told him about your past,” he says, like it’s fact and not a question.
“Not everything. How much does he know just because of what we share as owners of the company?”
“He knows you filed bankruptcy. Got arrested because of your hacking past. That your deal with the FBI means you’re not supposed to be working in computers or cyber anything but that I handled that part of it.”
“He doesn’t know the specifics about the deal we have with WITSEC.”
“Not unless you told him.”
“No. Not yet. I just…fuck, this is hard. It’s still new! I wanted to wait a while.”
“Then wait.”
I give him a grim look. “So he can potentially find out on his own and then feel like our whole relationship has been a lie?”
“Then tell him.”
I glare at him in exasperation. “You’re not helping!”
“What do you want from me?” he asks gently. “That’s not sarcasm. How can I help? Would you like me to tell him?”
“What?” I gape at him. “No! God, that would be awful.”
“Then what? Permission?”
I sigh. “Maybe? Not permission so much as…advice. Am I doing the right thing?”
“Hon, only you can know the answer to that. You’re the only one who knows how you feel. How he feels.”
“That’s just it—I have no idea how he feels. It’s new. I mean, he likes me. Obviously, we wouldn’t be trying for a baby if he didn’t. But we’re still in the honeymoon phase.”
“Then why are you here second-guessing everything instead of just enjoying it?”
“Because I don’t want to enjoy it so much and then be devastated when it blows up in my face.”
“Rage isn’t stupid. He understands you have a complicated past. That’s not going to scare him away.”
“What about all the other stuff…like my bank account getting hacked. The weird knocking on the door in the middle of the night. What if someone…found me?”
“Your new security system is being installed as we speak, and your money should be back in your account any day now. It’s all handled.”
“I know. They’re sending me a new debit card, and I have a whole new account number but it just makes me nervous. The weird knocking, my bank account, and my Amex—all hit around the same time. What does that mean?”
He’s quiet for a few seconds. “I don’t know exactly. I’d like to think it’s bad luck, and the knocking may not be anything other than kids being kids. What does this supposed person get out of knocking on your door in the middle of the night?”
“They get to scare me.”
He nods. “You want me to handle it? I can surreptitiously put cameras all over your building. No one else will know. I can put a GPS tracker on your car. You can carry one in your purse, if it makes you feel better. What do you need, Luna?”
I’m suddenly beginning to feel ridiculous.
Once presented with the proof of hacking, and Daniil’s involvement since he banks there as well, the bank bent over backwards to help me. My new American Express card came in the mail on Saturday. There was no weird knocking all weekend. I have my money back and even Daniil agreed the flowers were probably from Roger when I told him about it earlier.
I’m probably overthinking everything.
