Page 39 of His Deadly Devotion
“You can if you know the right people,” I tell her. “But, when your husband sees the charges, he is going to be pissed. So be warned.”
“He’ll also know it wasn’t me.” She laughs.She’s right.
“Okay, so no weapons on your Valentino card. Let’s go bigger. Forget the car. Let’s buy…” I let my sentence trail off.
“A building? A house? I was planning on buying something smaller. Somewhere we can escape to and just… be us.”
“Perfect. Buy it with his money, though. That will melt his cold, dead heart,” I urge her.
It seems Kyla has been thinking about this for a long time. She pulls up a listing and shows me. “This one.”
When she said smaller, I was picturing an apartment or townhouse. Not something that has a ten-million-dollar price tag. I guess it is smaller than this palace, though.
“It’s perfect,” I say. “Call that agent and tell him you’ll take it. Do the transfer. And then wait for Lorenzo to figure out you actually used his money. Trust me, he just needs to think you need him.”
“I do need him!” she gasps. “Does he really think I don’t?” She looks horrified.
“I mean, he needs to provide. It’s in his DNA and not really his fault. It’s just how we were raised.” I shrug.
“Oh my god, I have to find him and tell him,” she says.
“Kyla, buy the house first, then tell him.” I laugh.
“Okay.” She nods and picks up her phone.
Leaving my sister-in-law with the task of spending my brother’s money, I head back to the bedroom and find Connor still tapping away on that computer.
“Miss me?” I ask him.
He looks up from the screen. “I miss you even when you’re in the same room.”
“Aw, that’s sweet. Did you do everything you needed to do?”
“Sure did, Mrs. Leighton.” He shuts the computer and stands, slowly making his way to me.
“Mrs. Leighton?” I ask him.
“Your new identity, Mrs. Briar Leighton, wife of Mr. Reid Leighton.”
“And let me guess… you’re Reid Leighton?” I lift a curious brow at him.
“Did you think I’d let you marry someone else?”
“Never. But why are we married?”
“Because fucking my wife is a hell of a lot better than fucking my sister.” Connor’s eyes roam up and down my body. Heat, lust, and need—all shining in those emerald-green orbs.
17
I’m fighting a smile. Aurora is pissed at me and refuses to let me help her with the pile of schoolwork that her brother just dumped on us. I collected it all, prepared to do it for both of us—it wouldn’t exactly take me that long—but she went ballistic and snatched her own pile from my hands.
Now, she’s sitting on the floor on the opposite side of the room, glaring at the papers as if they’ll incinerate if she stares at them long enough.
“You know I can help you,” I tell her.
“I don’t need your help, Harvard,” she snaps at me. I get it. She is really self-conscious about her academic abilities. I roll my eyes at her new choice of names for me, though.
“I’m not going to Harvard.” It fucking sucks. It was my dream school. But I can’t go back, and I sure as shit can’t leave Aurora.