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Instead, it was a message from my bank alerting me to a recent unusual transaction.
Frowning, I opened up my bank app, then immediately bolted upright in bed.
Confusion filled me. “What the fuck?”
“What’s wrong?” I heard Monty’s sleep-roughened voice say, but I shook my head, still trying to make sense of what I was seeing. I blinked several times, half-certain I was making it up in my head, but no matter how many times I blinked, the number remained the same.
“I don’t know,” I said. “But I think there’s been some kind of mistake.”
“What mistake?”
“The bank, they’re…I have about a million extra dollars in my account.”
“And you think it’s an accident?”
“Yeah! I don’t know. Probably. I mean, I don’t know who would—” I immediately glanced to the side to see that Monty was already awake and watching me. Understanding dawned. “Oh no, you didn’t.”
“Didn’t what?” Monty smirked, sat up, and kissed my shoulder. “Nap well?”
I was in no mood for pleasantries. I went into my transaction history, unable to identify the feeling rushing through me. “A million dollars was transferred to my bank account.”
“Really?” His eyes widened dramatically in feigned ignorance. “That's lucky.”
“Did you have anything to do with it?”
He merely smiled at my irritated look. “Maybe. You look beautiful in my shirt, by the way.” He ran an appreciative eye over my body, and I felt a responding shiver. Damn it, Kayla, focus.
“It’s not funny,” I said. “I specifically told you that I don’t want you to control my life.”
“The money is not to control your life,” he responded easily. “You don’t have to do anything for it. It’s yours, no strings attached.”
It was tempting, so, so tempting to accept it, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t owe anybody anything.
“I…I can’t accept it. And how on earth did you get my account number anyway?”
He winked. “I’m a PI. I have my ways.”
“Monty—”
“Kayla.” His hands tilted my jaw up so I could see the sincerity in his eyes. “I have a lot of money sitting in an account just gathering dust. There are plenty more millions where that came from, and I sure as hell am not going to spend it all on my own. Money isn’t really something that makes me happy or moves me. I was planning on donating it to charity before you came along, and now I can finally see the purpose and joy of it. Because if I can use the money to make your life even a little bit easier, make you happier, then that would make me fucking ecstatic.”
My heart melted instantly, every trace of annoyance disappearing.Jeez, how could I say no when he was so sweet about the whole thing?“But—”
“No buts,” he insisted. “Please, just take it. See it as my gratitude for taking care of our son by yourself for so long. Although, from now on, we’re going to do it together, okay? I just need you to trust me and rely on me.”
God, when was the last time I had relied on anyone for anything? It was all so tempting.
But how could I rely on someone who needed so much help but refused to accept it?
“I will,” I finally said. “But on one condition.”
“What is it?”
“You need to start therapy for your PTSD.”
