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“Yes, please,” Graeme replied. “Do have them call me. I’ll have to perform my due diligence on them first, but that would be quite helpful.”

“May I have your card, sir?”

“My case is in my coat downstairs. I’ll get one for you once we descend from the summit.”

“Excellent.” Mr. Calvert chuckled. “Now let me walk you all out. Well, except Sasha, who I need here helping to right the ship.”

“I’ll have officers outside watching the building until you leave,” Wade informed me. “They’ll call and let you know when they arrive.”

“Thank you.”

“Also,” Diya announced, “we are going to call Mr. Wilkes now, from the car, and advise him that the diary is in police custody.”

Which would let him know, if he was the culprit, that sending anyone else after me was pointless. I neither had the item he wanted, nor could I give it to him. My part in the discovery of the diary was over. If he wanted to take his anger out on me, he certainly could, but I suspected his interest had been purely about wanting to acquire that which could usurp his place in the jarl. As it was now part of the public record, I didn’t anticipate anyone else trying to kill me.

Once we all arrived back on the second floor, which Avery was certain took even longer than going up, I shook hands with everyone until finally there was only Graeme and Deacon left.

“You did very well with all of this,” Graeme told me.

“Thank you.”

“And I will expect you and your mate for dinner tomorrow. Do not disappoint me.”

“Tomorrow,” Deacon whined. “Sunday? I really⁠—”

“Do as I say,” he ordered, smacking Deacon gently on the shoulder.

“What time would you like us there, Graeme?” I asked.

“Six.”

“We’ll see you then.” I smiled at him as he left.

Once we were alone, Deacon turned to me, looking like he was in pain.

“Stop that. He’s the head of the entire holt. You’re not allowed to say no to him at any time. You know better.”

He shoved his hands into his pockets and stared pleadingly at me.

“Yes?”

“We’ve had an eventful day, and we deserve to go home.”

“You should go home. You need to call your insurance company and report what happened to the car, put away all your clothes, and maybe take a nap. You’re still recovering from being shot, so we don’t want you to overdo it.”

He squinted at me. “I am not leaving you here alone. Tell me what I can do to help.”

“No. You’ll be bored.”

“I won’t be bored. I missed a lot of time with you, and right this second, with the diary secured, the Feds looking for Royce, and Theo Rossellini in jail, I feel like I can really focus on starting my life with my mate and as a philanthropist.”

I smiled at him. “That sounds wonderful.”

“Good, then stop trying to send me away.”

“I would never.” I sighed, because he was lovely to look at and I wanted him to stay with me, not go anywhere.

“Now that sounded good.” He stepped into my space so I had to tip my head back to hold his golden gaze. “Also, I wanted to tell you that I’m very proud of you. How you handled yourself with everything, that was impressive.”