CHAPTER 44 – Receipts Part 1
The glow of Dante’s desktop cast everything in ghostly blue. The rest of the warehouse office felt swallowed by darkness, the computer fan’s steady hum the only sound. Lia perched on the edge of Dante’s battered metal desk, one foot bouncing against the side of his rolling chair. She was so close she could feel the heat radiating off his arm. He looked exhausted—eyes shadowed, mouth tight—but his hands moved steadily over the keyboard, stubborn and precise, like he’d be damned before letting anything slip past him. She tilted her head, watching him. Dante exhaled and clicked into another folder. “Let’s see what else your boyfriend left behind,” he muttered. Lia rolled her eyes. “Ex. Boyfriend. Please get it right.” The faintest flicker of a smirk touched his lips as the folder load
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