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“Yeah?”

“I think that by slowing down the stress of my outside world, I can give you more of my… inside world.”

Another smile graced Cass’s lips. “We should totally get a hot tub.”

“Excuse me?”

“A hot tub! Picture it: I come home from a long day of painting, you’re home after loosening up in yoga and cooking a wonderful meal, we slip into the hot tub to relax, we’re naked, the hot water bubbling around us, oomph.”

Rebecca slapped a hand over Cassidy’s mouth. “I will agree to a hot tub if you stop talking. Tonight is about relaxing and just being. Think we can do that without marathon sex?”

Cass nodded her head, kissing Rebecca’s palm. She took Rebecca’s hand and removed it from her mouth. “We can totally do that. As long as I can snuggle with you and fall asleep with you in my arms, I’m golden.”

Rebecca smiled. She leaned in to give Cassidy a kiss when her phone rang. “Rude,” she muttered, glancing at her phone on the coffee table. “It’s Eve.”

“Get it, babe. I’ll go heat up more water for tea.” Cass kissed Rebecca’s cheek as she popped up to go to the kitchen, taking dishes with her. “Tell her we’re getting a hot tub!”

“Hello?” Rebecca snickered as she answered the call.

“Well, you sound much better than you did earlier,” Eve said, a smile evident in her voice.

“That’s what love does for you, right?”

“Don’t I know it? I don’t want to keep you away from Cass and wedded bliss for too long. We got your email. Rebecca, how deep of a dive did you do with this company?”

“I didn’t do one at all,” Rebecca confessed. “It was a last-minute meeting. McEnroe called, I asked for quarterlies, and I met him. I would have done my usual in-depth assessment if the meeting had gone better. Why?”

“Because we can’t find any records of that company or….” Eve paused to flip through some papers. “Buck McEnroe.”

“T-that can’t be right. I was just there. I certainly didn’t meet with a figment of my imagination, Eve.”

“You went to his office?”

“Yes. His office that was at the warehouse.”

“And you saw inventory?”

Why the hell was Eve interrogating her? Rebecca breathed in, calming herself. The damn headache she was just getting rid of was returning. “I didn’t take a tour, Eve. I wasn’t there that long. But I was there, in an office, with McEnroe, so I know they exist.”

Cass returned at that moment, a frown plastered on her face. “What’s up?”

Rebecca shook her head, taking the tea Cassidy handed her and pressing a button on the phone. “You’re on speaker with Cassidy.”

“I apologize for interrupting your night,” Eve said softly. She hated upsetting Rebecca, but this could potentially be a situation if she and Lainey were right. “Becca, I had Jules look into this when Lainey and I couldn’t find anything on this company. No public records, no state filings, nothing. And no one named Buck McEnroe is listed as a proprietor of such a business. I’m sorry, Becca, but I think someone deceived you.”

Cassidy stood up to pace while Rebecca absorbed that information. “For what purpose?” she asked finally.

“We don’t know, honey.” This was from Lainey. “We’re having Jules keep an eye on it. According to Reghan, there’s nothing else we can do since lying isn’t illegal.”

“Can we at least find the prick and cut his nuts off?” Cass yelled.

“Cassidy.”

“No, babe. I wanna know who gave him your number. The way he spoke to you? That’s unacceptable. And it makes me think someone knows your, um, other business.”

Unfortunately, what Cassidy said rang true. Rebecca grabbed Cassidy’s hand as she paced by. “Sit with me, baby. Eve, Lainey? I would appreciate it if Jules kept an alert on this, but other than that, I’d like to forget about it.” Rebecca held a hand up when Cassidy opened her mouth to argue. “If he contacts me again, we will deal with it.”

“I don’t like it, babe.”