Page 132 of Broken Vows

“That’s good, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” He looks down at his hands. “But it means I’ll need help with Theo sometimes. I can get sitters, work something out.”

“I can watch him,” I say at once.

His eyes lift to mine, soft. “I knew you’d say that. But he’s not your responsibility.”

“No,” I reply. “But I want to. What’s the job?”

“Security at The Savoy.”

“Oh.” I picture a uniform, a radio on his belt, Levi looming by a door looking deeply unimpressed with tourists. “Like a guard?”

“Security director.”

“Director?” I blink. “As in…you’d be in charge of all of it?”

His shoulder shifts, almost a shrug he can’t quite commit to. “That’s the idea.”

“Levi, that’s wonderful.”

Then the name clicks.

“Wait. Didn’t Dean Carter buy The Savoy?”

“Yeah.”

“You can’t work for him.”

“Why?”

“Because his brother humiliated Grace on live television. Max Carter is the whole reason she ran off with a hitman in the first place.”

“You mean the reason she found someone she loves and is happy?” he says.

I open my mouth, then close it again.

Because he’s right.

Grace is happy. Happier than I have seen her in years.

“Still,” I mutter. “He’s a hitman.”

Levi goes quiet for a second.

“Yeah,” he says. “I know.”

Something in his voice makes me look at him.

He stares at the ceiling. “Just saying, sometimes people end up in things they don’t know how to get out of.”

There he goes again.

Trying to make murder sound like an unfortunate career path.

“Levi.”

“What?”