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I liked this Beckham. She seemed sweet.
Her son was absolutely adorable, too.
“True.” I nodded. “And if I was going to go back over there to his parents’ house ever again, I might bring it up with them. But Hunt left things pretty final there. Apparently, I wasn’t quite what they envisioned when it came to suitable daughter-in-laws. I was, in fact, quite chunky to their tastes.”
“I prefer my salsa chunky,” Six said. “And my best friends.”
I rolled my eyes at Hunt’s snort of laughter.
“You were supposed to say I’m not chunky, husband,” I drawled.
His eyes took me in then, studying my face. “I prefer my salsa chunky, too. And my wife.”
I shook my head but stopped when he leaned over and whispered in my ear. “It gave me plenty to hold on to when we were…”
He trailed off when Six stuck her face practically beside his to listen.
“Keep going. What were you doing?” Six asked, practically leaned over Hunt.
I pushed her back with my cup.
“Back away, Sixmo.”
“Sixmo?” Hunt asked when she’d returned to her seat.
“Six plus emo.” Six rolled her eyes. “Do you want to know my nickname for Wyett when we’d first met? We weren’t really nice to each other at first. We both had our issues.”
I wanted Hunt to remain blissfully unaware of my nickname that Six had dubbed me with in school, but I’d used hers, so it was only fair that she used mine.
“I’d love to,” Hunt said, genuinely looking like he wanted to know.
Six grinned at me, stole my cup again, then took another drink.
“This is really fascinating,” Sin said from the couch beside the one I was sitting in. “It’s like watching a live-action film.”
“Believe me,” Lynn murmured as they waited to hear my name. “They’re quite entertaining.”
“I’m still waiting on the name,” Laric mumbled softly as he petted his cat that was always, for some reason, with him.
I’d have to make a mental note to ask Six about that later.
“Her name was Wyknot.” Six beamed as she leaned into Hunt. “What are you doing?”
“I’m looking into Wyknot’s aunt,” Hunt muttered distractedly.
But obviously he wasn’t too distracted, or he wouldn’t have heard my nickname.
I rolled my eyes.
“That’s cute,” Beckham said. “It could be worse, though. Everyone tried to call me Becky in high school. Um, no. Not even a little bit.”
“There was this one time,” Trouper said as he bounced his son on his lap. “That a really popular cheerleader called her that because she knew that she didn’t like it. Beckham punched her in the nose and nearly got suspended for a month. The only thing that kept her from actually being suspended was the fact that I was there, and I told the principal that Beckham didn’t punch her. The cheerleader fell and blamed it on her.”
I snorted. “Six was like that when we were in high school, too. It was amazing how many fights and suspensions I had to pull her out of.”
“I think we should go camping,” Six decreed. “Beckham, you should probably ask for a babysitter. Hunt, are you stealing someone’s money?”
“I’m not stealing money,” Hunt replied distractedly. “I’m moving it back into Wyett’s account where it was supposed to be all this time. Though, it’s a hidden account, so it doesn’t actually look like she has it. I’ll have to get her a separate debit card.”
“Does that say eight million?” Six leaned closer, practically on top of him now.
I looked, too, and sure enough, it said eight million.
“This was just what she skimmed off the top,” Hunt said. “And what I’ve found so far. This is in a foreign account, somewhere in the Cayman Islands. If she was smart, she would’ve never left this information up on her computer.”
“What are you talking about?” Bruno asked curiously, speaking for the first time since we’d walked in the door.
I went on to explain everything that was happening with my aunt, start to finish. Or, at least, up until this point. I had no doubt that this wasn’t finished yet. I knew that my aunt would flip her lid. She’d know that I had it, too.
“The good thing about this is, even if she knows that you have it,” Hunt said, practically reading my mind as he turned to face me. “She can’t really say anything about you having it. Or her losing it. Otherwise she’s going to have to explain where the money came from in the first place, and why she was hiding it. Because, correct me if I’m wrong, all accounts are frozen that were opened before you opened the case, correct?”
“Correct,” I confirmed. “I had to scramble at first when my paychecks at work started to come in. I had to ask for paper checks for two weeks while I started a new account and got a debit card and all that fun stuff.”
