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His expression changed, as if hearing those words had settled something within him.

I brushed my thumb along his jaw. “So maybe don’t knock Christian out when you see him.”

That actually earned a laugh from him. “No promises.”

“Titus.”

“I’ll try not to.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You sound like a child.”

“I’ve had a difficult two weeks. I might not knock him out, but I am going to see the guy.”

“I understand.”

“I just need to close that chapter.”

I completely understood why, and I just hoped this wouldn’t cause him any more problems if things got out of hand.

Then again, that bastard had tried to destroy Titus’s life. At the very least, he deserved to spend several minutes feeling absolutely terrified.

Titus lifted my hand and kissed my knuckles again. “Stop worrying.”

“I’m not worrying, I’m just concerned.”

He smiled. “That’s the same as worrying.”

I sighed. “Fine. I’ll relax about it.”

He leaned over and kissed my forehead. “I promise I won’t do anything foolish.”

“It’s not you I’m worried about…”

He nodded. “I understand, and I promise I’ll come back to you.”

CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO

By six o’clock, I was officially tired of attorneys. I leaned back in my chair and loosened my tie. The conference room overlooking downtown Los Angeles looked exactly the same as it had seven hours earlier, but the people inside it did not.

Colton had abandoned his suit jacket and rolled his sleeves to his elbows, and Wyatt looked one inconvenience away from ordering tequila.

I wasn’t much better. The entire day had consisted of meetings, reviewing historical entities, government requests, compliance procedures, and dealing with questions.

Then, somehow, there were even more questions.

I rubbed my hand over my jaw. “I’ve reached my limit.”

Colton laughed. “You’ve been back one day.”

“It has felt significantly longer,” I answered. “Where’s Jonathan?” I glanced at my watch. “He should’ve been here twenty minutes ago.”

“Didn’t he say he was meeting with the U.S. Attorney’s Office?” Wyatt asked.

I nodded. “Right,” I exhaled. “Jesus, perhaps I am truly losing my mind? He did mention something about that and the court as well.”

Two weeks ago, the word court would have meant nothing to me, but now, it’d become a part of my daily vocabulary.

A knock sounded before the conference room door opened. It was my lead attorney, Jonathan, walking in with his briefcase.