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“The cat. That’s what I named her.”

“Oh my God, you didn’t.”

He grins. “I absolutely did. After her mama, my heartbeat.”

My head falls back on a carefree laugh. I cup his face and lean forward to kiss him, quickly. I can’t believe I’m touching him. “Oh my God, you…where did you come from?”

“It doesn’t matter where either of us came from. All that matters is where we’re going, together.” He straightens suddenly, drops my hand, and sits back and picks up the notebook that’s been between us on the couch. His expression is all business now. “Let’s get business out of the way so we can make up for lost time.” He frowns. “Wait, is Conrad still in your place?”

I can’t wait to never have to hear or say his name again. I nod grimly. “The money from the shares I sold will hit my account tomorrow. That’s what he’s waiting for.”

“We’ll sort him out. But first, important things. Do you have a passport?”

“Yes. I can travel as a visitor to the United States, but with my conviction, I’ll never be able to live there permanently.”

“We’re going to get that conviction overturned. We have several solid leads. We’ll get over that mountain, baby. And until we do, we’ll be in London. We love it here.”

“Do we?” I ask, skeptical of his enthusiasm.

“Yes. We do.” But I get the feeling I’m not the only person he’s trying to convince.

“Okay.”

He nods once and closes his notebook. “Now I’m going to email Noah, get our tickets booked, and let my sister know I’m coming. Then I’ve got an errand to run.”

“Are you driving?” I ask.

“Yeah. Why?”

“Can I come with you? I have something I need to do.”

CHAPTER 33

GTFO

Omar

“Oi,what the hell are you doing here?” Conrad jumps up from the couch where he’s lounging, watching television like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

“It’s moving day,” I announce in a cheery voice, a grin that’s as friendly as a shark’s on my face as I hold the door open. “Get the fuck out.”

“Hell, no. I’m not going anywhere. Jules and I have an arrangement. She wouldn’t be happy you coming round here like this.”

“I know all about your arrangement.”

His head bobs like a chicken’s, and he grows pale. “She told you?”

“Yes. She did.”

“And you don’t care that you’re living with a killer.”

“Not at all. In fact, I sleep safer at night knowing she’s there. No one’s fucking with her, right?”

His eyes bulge. “You can’t be serious. I can’t believe it.”

“The only thing you need to believe is that last night was the last time you’ll ever sleep in this flat again. Like I said, it’s moving day. Get your shit and get out.”

He crosses his stick-like arms over his nearly cavernous chest. “Not until you cough up some money. You’re a fucking billionaire, what’s a million pounds to you?”