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She smiled when she looked up from where she was reading in bed.
“I’m so glad you were able to get the money back. Were you able to find Kyle?”
He shook his head. “He’s in the wind. For now.”
“How’s Leo?”
He sat down on her side of the bed with a sigh. “He’s in a medically induced coma.”
She closed her eyes tight for a second. “Oh no.”
“His family is there with him. And he has police protection, so whoever did that to him can’t come back and finish the job.”
“Do you think he was really involved with all this?”
“It’s hard to say until the authorities find out what the search warrants yield. But, in the meantime, I need to thank you, little bee. Who knows how long this has been going on and would have continued to go on until our audit this summer.”
“Well, it’s all part of my restitution, but I’m glad I could help.”
“You still don’t regret doing the crime though, do you?”
“Not even a little bit.”
Secretly he was glad. Her kind heart was one of the many things he loved about her.
Still, he told her as he unbuttoned his pants, “I guess I haven’t been doing a very good job as your Master then.”
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Utah
She continued to give him flyers of apartments to approve, and he continued to reject them until there weren’t many left to choose from. Finding an apartment to move into with less than a month’s notice didn’t leave her many options.
The sister property of her old apartment had been willing to give her another chance—provided she put up a bigger security deposit she’d lose if she got evicted again. Utah decided she was going to take it, with or without Liam’s approval.
But she preferred his approval, if for no other reason than to make her probation termination less complicated.
Of course, he didn’t give it.
“No,” was all he said when she brought it up.
She took a deep breath, trying to keep her tone even when she asked, “Why?”
He answered with his standard, “I don’t like the neighborhood.”
Utah decided it was time to have it out with him.
“Okay, well, it’s a neighborhood I can afford, and since one of the conditions of completing my probation is to have an apartment lined up, I’m going to need you to be a little less picky.”
“You’re not moving into a dump.”
“It’s not a dump.”
“It isn’t in Beacon Hill.”
“Babe, there’s no way I could afford something in Beacon Hill until my felony is reduced to a misdemeanor, and people will hire me again.”
“So, you should stay here until you can.”
