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though?” she finally asks, and I can tell she’s been thinking the whole time I’ve been lying here listening to her breathing.

“All what?” I ask, knowing full well what she means, laughing when she punches my chest softly.

“Millions of dollars for some soup kitchen, breaking up a huge deal from your own company,” she tells me, spelling it out in a way that sounds a lot simpler than it probably really is.

But I guess it really is that simple.

“I did. I will,” I tell her without hesitating. “And, I’ll do more than that. Whatever it takes.”

She looks worried, a cloud passing over her sweet face.

“I just don’t want you thinking I’m trying to buy you, Jules. I bid for you at that auction, sure. But that was when I knew what those other clowns had planned.”

“So you wouldn’t have bid that much for me otherwise?” she says, pouting, teasing me now.

I tickle her under her arms, making her squeal.

“I’d give it all up, right this second if it meant I could have you. To make sure you’d always be mine,” I tell her truthfully.

“Well, don’t go doing anything like that,” she urges me. “I’m all yours, and you’re mine. I’m not letting you go either, Mason Thorne,” she says, hugging me.

“It’ll all still be there tomorrow,” I muse aloud, the sound of my stomach rumbling making us both chuckle.

“You do need to eat a lot, don’t you?” she asks me, and I raise my brows in agreement.

“I do, I like to eat and there’s a lot of me to feed.”

“We could order in,” she says, and I know she’s half-serious, half-teasing me again.

“What do you really want to do?” I ask her, deciding I actually don’t mind either way.

I could lie with her on top of me forever at this point.

“As long as it’s with you,” she starts, and I realize one of us is gonna have to make a decision, or else we will be in bed all day.

“Do you wanna stay here? I mean, do you want to keep living here?” I ask her, changing the subject suddenly but suddenly not able to picture life at home without her there from now on.

“Give me some time, Mason… about that anyway. A lot’s changed in just twenty-four hours,” she says thoughtfully, and I have to agree, even though in my own mind it’s pretty simple.

“Sorry, must be low blood sugar, making me insecure,” I joke, knowing there’s no way we could raise a family in a one bedroom apartment like this.

I’d like to tell her that, but when I look at her, I can tell she’s already thinking the same thing.

“C’mon then,” I suggest. “Let’s get outta here, grab a bite, and do some shopping.”

Her eyes widen in a question.

“You’re gonna need some fancy clothes if you’re sitting in on that meeting tomorrow with me. Those guys are brutal. Gotta dress to kill.”

She looks startled, then worried.

“I’m not going anywhere without you, Jules. It’s you and me now, remember?” I inform her, pecking her lips, which she turns into a proper kiss, grabbing my hair and holding me tight. Threatening to take up the rest of the day doing what I know I want to.

We’re in no hurry, and by the middle of the afternoon, we head back to my car, my idea to make for my favorite shopping district.

Hoping they have jeans.

There’s a message waiting in the car, from my phone service. That direct line that’s supposed to be for emergencies only…

“I gotta check this,” I tell Jules, who doesn’t mind at all, but I do. Today is supposed to be all about her, but I only get direct line calls when shit’s hitting a fan somewhere.

It’s Fitch from legal and finance. I figure he wants confirmation on the email requests I asked Nicholas to forward him about the development deal.

He doesn’t mention it, but he does mention a huge sell-off of shares from the company in charge of the development though. It just went bust after dropping to less than a cent per share… the ones that are left that is.

Mine.

Chapter Nineteen

Jules

I’m no genius, but when I hear the message playing in Mason’s car, I know it’s not good news.

He doesn’t look too surprised though, and I’m not sure what it actually means.

“We can…” I start, but he smiles, shaking his head.

“No. Today is our day. I told you that, plus we really do need some kickass clothes for that meeting now,” he muses, half to himself.

I