Page 20 of Made Man

“Is it?” I widen my eyes and blink.

“Mira,” he growls.

I huff and fold my arms so my tits lift even higher. His gaze darts down. I hide my smile.

“I might, possibly, kind ofownS & E Logistics.”

“You own my company?”

“Well, yeah. Since the takeover. That was me.”

“You just bought it?”

“Well, I bought a majority of the shares. And it wasn’t me, per se. It was S & E International. My shell corporation.”

“Your shell corporation?”

“Well, one of my shell corporations.” I cross my legs so my dress rides up, flashing a little thigh to distract him. His gaze darts again, and his jaw tightens. “I named it after the dogs. Sheldon and Eustace. S & E.”

“How come I never saw you?”

“I park in the garage in the basement.”

He rests an elbow on the steering wheel and lets his head fall into his hand. “And you just bought my company.” He narrows his eyes. “Is that why I’m the Director of Strategic Analytics? Did you make them promote me?”

“Oh, no. That wasn’t the plan. I bought the company so I could bankrupt it and ruin your life anytime I wanted.” I swallow past the lump in my throat. “It made me feel better. Knowing that I could.”

The corners of his mouth sneak up. “You are your father’s daughter,” he says.

“And my mother’s.” I lift my shoulders. “I didn’t actually do it.”

He glances over, smiling ruefully. “What else of mine do you own, Don Mira?”

I fold my arms and hike my chin. “Not much. Your apartment building. The bank that holds the lease on your car.”

He snorts. “That all?”

“Your heart,” I mumble, my cheeks burning, glancing at him from the side of my eye, shy and hopeful and scared as hell.

“My heart,” he agrees, very simply, like it’s nothing more or less than obvious truth. “Hey, after you clean up, want to go to my place and say hi to Sheldon?”

“You’ve still got him?” I squeal.

“Yeah. His muzzle’s pretty gray now, but he’s good. Just slower.”

I’m out of the car in a flash, and Wyatt is at my side in seconds. He grabs my hand as we walk together up the sidewalk.

Like he’ll never let go.

Like, in a way, he never did.