Page 49 of Camp Bliss
I’d take any of those looks right now over this one.
Because, right now, he looks…sad.
He pushes his plate away and balls his fists on the island, drawing in a deep breath. He doesn’t take his eyes off me.
“Half the money is gone.”
I grip the edge of the counter because, suddenly, falling off this stool is a real possibility.
“W-What?” And then, because it can’t be true, “You mean from the expense account?”
Zach’s jaw tightens.“Bothaccounts.”
My breath leaves me in awhoosh.
“Greta—” Zach’s eyes go wide and his hand flattens against my back. Somewhere underneath the buzzing in my skull, I note that this is a smart move.
Trina’s warning from our session earlier cut through the buzzing.
People are always showing us who they are. When they do, it’s our job to believe them.
“He was telling me the truth,” I rasp.
My gaze is unfocused, but out of the corner of my eye I see Zach nodding.
My head snaps up. “Half?”
“Yeah.”
“That sonofabitch!” I yowl. “Half of that money isn’t his.”
Zach looks startled. “Um… technically,noneof that money is his. It belongs to the Camp Bliss LLC.”
I blink.
“You’re right.” But I picture that lost, faraway look I’ve caught on Josh’s face. The eagerness in his eyes last night—Jesus! Was it only last night?—when he asked me to run away with him. I shake my head. “You’re right, but I doubt Josh sees it that way.”
Zach’s expression hardens. “It doesn’t matter how he sees it. He’sfuckedus.” The anger in his tone makes me flinch.
“Sorry.” He shakes his head. Zach’s jaw clenches and relaxes before he locks eyes with me. “But that money is now in an offshore account, and Josh is gone with it. You know Josh when it comes to money. He planned this, Greta. Carefully.” He gives an ugly chuckle. “And I don’t think those plans include making loan payments while he’s in Buenos Aires or wherever he is.”
Loan payments.
Oh my God.
My mouth drops open, but no words come out. Because I haven’t made room in my head for this.
Heartbreak, yes.
Betrayal, yes.
But the fallout?
“H-Holy shit.” The curse shakes out of me.
“Yep.” The word is clipped.
I swallow hard, a cascade of implications quickly becoming a landslide.
