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“Till when?”
“Until the very end.”
I held my breath, waiting for the door to unlock, but it didn’t.
“Why were you awful to me on my birthday?” Her voice rolled over my skin like velvet. I could practically feel her heat pouring through the other side of the door.
“Because,” I admitted through gritted teeth, “we both need the reminder that this is only a business transaction. I enjoy you, Farrow. In more ways than I can count. If we don’t make that separation… this thing could tear us both apart.” My fingers curled into fists, and I bit my knuckles, drawing blood. “Now kindly open the door. I have some important information regarding your legal case I’d like to share with you.”
Finally—finally—the door whined open.
I stepped back, my breath caught in my fucking throat as I saw her for the first time in nearly twenty-four hours.
Makeup free. Hair a mess. In blue sweatpants and aUSA Fencing tee.
Simple. Unassuming.Perfect.
“Farrow.” I choked on her name.
Get your shit together, Zach.
I shook my head, ridding myself of the spell she’d put me under, and trained my face to its usual callous disinterest. “I have some news.”
I brushed past her, entering her room. A jolt of pleasure warmed my shoulder where we connected.
I expected the tiny room to burst with personality as big as its owner’s.
Instead, it seemed impersonal. The bare essential furniture. No intimate belongings. No pictures. Nothing out of place. Nothingin general.
It could’ve been a guest room. Or the torture chamber of a serial killer.
I raised a stack of folders I’d brought with me, depositing them on her nightstand.
Her eyes followed my movements. “What’s this?”
“Bryan and Deanne ran the records in the bureau.” I flipped a folder open and retrieved a document littered with highlights, handing it to her. “There’s a time discrepancy with the will.”
Her mouth tumbled open, her plump lower lip begging to be scooped into my mouth and sucked to oblivion.
Fuck.
I’d never kissed a woman in my entire life, but I wanted to now. Wanted to feel her heat and tongue mix with mine. For us to melt into one entity.
Farrow tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, her eyes running over the text. “What does this mean?”
“It means the executed will doesn’t match the one officially filed three years prior.” I studied her face, searching for a reaction. “Vera’s will has no legal standing.”
As she read, her eyes became shinier, glistening with tears she refused to shed.
Something feral reared its head inside my chest. I wanted to hug her. To tuck her into my side. To shield her from a world that always failed her.
“Zach.” She snapped her head up, smiling. “This is amazing. It’s proof Vera faked the will. We can contest it.”
“Not yet.” I plucked the sheet from her fingers, tucking it back into the file. “Dan, Bryan, and Deanne want more time.”
“What?” Her smile dropped. “Why?”
“The stronger our case is, the easier it will be to win it. We want timelines, hard evidence, a play-by-play of how she did it, when she did it, and who assisted her. There’s a witness on the original will we need to speak with. We can’t half-ass this, Octi. It needs to be bulletproof.You have to be patient.”
