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I giggle. “I don’t know how comfortable that’ll be, but we can give it a try.”

Anthony groans at my response, kissing me gently on the lips.

I want to kiss him all the time. He’s become addictive and I wonder if I’m a little bit addictive to him. We spent all night having sex in his truck and parted ways early this morning. He went to work on minimal sleep and came here straight after, insisting on helping me put the Pilates equipment together.

We’ve barely touched the reformers, but we’ve touched each other a lot.

“You’re making it impossible to concentrate,” I groan, looping my arms around his neck.

He buries his face into my neck and inhales, squeezing me to him. “You’re one to talk.”

“We can bang on the next reformer we set up,” I promise, leaning back to look at him.

His wicked grin sends heat to the space between my thighs. “Deal. Can you grab my toolbox out of the tray? Your tools are shit.”

“How dare you.” I smirk at him and plant a chaste kiss on his lips.

I head out to Anthony’s truck and pop the tray, sliding his toolbox to me. The lid isn’t locked, and I thank my lucky stars I noticed before grabbing it by the handle. There would’ve been shit everywhere.

I open it to readjust the tools and notice the reason for it not closing is an envelope. The envelopes not sealed, and I see straight away there’s a wad of cash inside. Easily several hundred dollars in fifty-dollar bills.

My stomach revolts, something crashing like a tidal wave in the depths of my soul. It can’t be what I think it is. Anthony’s been straight for years. He’s got a great apprenticeship and has established a new life here. He wouldn’t be doing shady shit. Would he?

I’ve never feared confrontation. If anything, I thrive on it, especially when I know I’m in the right. I call people out on their bullshit, and I expect the same in return. Right now, is no different, except my entire body is on fire.

Don’t be reactive. Be sensible. Stay calm.

I remind myself of that as I march back inside, holding the envelope between my fingers. “Why do you have an envelope of cash in your toolbox?”

Anthony’s gaze dips to the money in my hand. “Was my toolbox open?”

The fact that he doesn’t answer me straight away sets alarm bells ringing in my brain. “Yes, it was.”

Anthony straightens up and heads towards me, his hand outstretched with a smile. “I’m lucky shit didn’t go flying when I drove here.”

“What’s the money for?” I ask again, my chest heaving with anticipation.

Anthony’s smile fades, lowering his hand. “A friend paid me for some work.”

“What sort of work?”

Anthony stares at me, unblinking for several beats. “What sort of work do youthink?”

I sigh, frustrated. “Forget it.”

Anthony sidesteps quickly and stops me pushing past him. “No, go ahead. Say whatever it is you’re thinking.”

The fury in his eyes is evident, but it doesn’t deter me. It spurs me on. It makes me want to shout and scream and have it out with him. “Are you dealing again?”

Anthony’s face breaks into a wicked smile and a chill runs through me. “Wow. You seriously went there.”

“A simple yes or no would suffice.”

Anthony scoffs. “Jesus, Kali.”

“Why can’t you answer the question?”

“Because I’m having trouble believing you’re asking me that.” Anthony’s face looks like it could explode. “I amnotdealing.”