“He was a criminal. All these years. I can’t . . .”
“It’s over. It’s done.” He kissed her hand. “Cowasj and Dorian are in London to take care of a few legal aspects of the money restitution. I talked with the police. They won’t chase you,” he said, stroking her hand again.
A sob escaped her. She drew in a deep breath. “Thank you. You’re too kind.”
“Not as much as I want.”
She caressed his cheek. The contact with him soothed the pain in her heart. “I’ll leave your house today. I promise. I won’t trouble you again.”
“Leave? I don’t think so.” He smiled, one of his rare, boyish smiles. “I have a deal to propose to you.”
She raised a brow. “A deal?” She wasn’t going to accept his charity, no matter how desperate she was. She’d rather ask Miss Cherrywood’s help again.
“I need an accountant, a skilled one. Would you work for me?”
Her jaw slackened. “You’re offering me a job?”
“My companies are growing. I need to hire more staff. I’ll be delighted to have you.”
Cold shock went through her. Then a heated wave of confusion swept in her body. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m very serious. I want you to work for me.”
“I . . .” Her mouth slackened.
“Not forever if you don’t want to. Stay here, work for me until you feel better.”
A chuckle escaped her. If she had to stay here until she felt better, she’d stay here for a long time. And the thought didn’t sound so bad.
“I accept.”
