Page 42 of Luna
“I know you need to get back to prepping for your meeting, and I have background checks to run, but I figured I’d see what you wanted to do for lunch. Do you want me to order something in, or would you like to go out?”
I consider him for a moment. “Like a date?”
“If that’s what you want. I really don’t want to push you,” he says with a soft smile. “But I certainly wouldn’t mind taking you on a lunch date. Or a dinner date. Or an anytime date.”
I snicker. “What happened to not pushing?”
He shrugs. “I guess you bring it out in me. But seriously, no pressure.”
“Let’s go out. We can have our first date at the diner where everyone can stare at us and gossip about how we walked to work together.”
“Do you really think everyone will know by lunch?”
I nod. “Absolutely. Hell, they’ll probably know within the hour, and I’ll have five texts from the widows asking me what’s going on.”
He chuckles as he stands. “That sounds about right. Let me know when you need another coffee, and I’ll show Betsy back when she arrives.”
“Thanks, Pres.”
“It’s my pleasure.” He pulls the door partially shut, just the way I like it, and it brings a smile to my lips.
He’s always been good about doing things for me and exactly how I liked them. I thought he was just an excellent assistant, but I’m beginning to see it was so much more than that.
I force my attention back to Betsy’s case, making a few more notes.
Betsy came to Widows Peak about a year ago, fleeing an abusive alpha husband. A husband who was shortly thereafter indicted on charges by the federal government. Since then, their money has been tied up by said government, but now that her husband’s trial is over and he’s behind bars, Betsy can finally access the money.
It’s a pretty shut and closed case, so it doesn’t take me long to finish making notes. A glance at the time shows I still have nearly an hour until our appointment, so I pull up my email. I’m surprised to find three emails from Prescott, each containing a background check on Ward Collins, Haru Yamada, and Mackenzie Miller.
That was fast.
Even more surprising is just how clean their background checks are. No arrests—not even a speeding ticket. How are three MC members this squeaky clean? Surely, they’ve gotten into trouble somewhere along the way.
I could always have Lark dig into it further, but does it really matter? They already admitted—in a roundabout way—they’ve been involved in illegal activity. Do I really need to know the details?
A notification goes off, and when I click on it, I see it’s Stacia’s background check.
And what a surprise—hers is just as squeaky clean.
No one can say I didn’t do my due diligence, I guess.
With a sigh, I lay my head in my hands. As soon as my eyes close, Christian’s smiling face appears.
Tears build as I lift my arm to rub at the sudden, sharp pain in my chest.
Fuck. I miss him so damn much.
I force my eyes open, blinking to clear the tears. The last thing I need is for Betsy to walk in here after I’ve been crying. I’ll never hear the end of it.
Soon, I promise myself.Soon, I’ll deal with his loss. I’ll grieve him and find a way to let him go.
There’s a knock on my door, and my head jerks up to find Prescott standing there. “Betsy is here.”
Already?
My eyes widen as I realize it’s actually five minutes after her appointment time. I don’t know how that much time passed in what felt like a blink of an eye, but here we are.
“Go ahead and send her in. Oh, and will you bring me another latte?”
