“I know. And I’m sorry I called them off.”
“No, we both thought it was over. But I’m beginning to think it never will be.”
* * *
Lucas was this close to paying Bernardi and being done with it. The only thing that held him back was the obvious fact that if he paid the man once, he might come back for more. And more. He’d never be out of Maxie’s life, and that was unacceptable. Her safety was his ultimate priority.
So while Tyler Dare’s men searched, Lucas focused on things at home. And he knew something was bothering Maxie. Something beyond the obvious fact that they still had to deal with the looming threat of Vincent Bernardi, a hovering ghost over their emotional and mental states.
But he could sense her distraction was about more than Keith’s past haunting her. She was out of sorts, not in her usual good mood, and when he questioned her, she said she was just busy on the job and more tired than usual.
Too tired for sex.
He didn’t pressure her, instead immersing himself in work and waiting on information. They were working on decoding the information on the drive, and once they accomplished that, they were looking into each account they found.
Lucas was sitting at his desk three days later when he got the call from Tyler Dare.
“Thank God. What do you have for me?” Lucas asked, hoping for good news.
“If I didn’t have the best guy in the business, he never would have found it. Your brother stashed money in the Caymans.”
Lucas jumped up from his seat, practically doing a fist pump at the news. “Thank you.”
“I’m sending you the information priority overnight. Not risking anything in email.”
“You more than earned your money. Thank you again.” Lucas couldn’t wait to tell Maxie. After which, next stop was the cops.
* * *
Lucas and Maxie called the police, detailing Bernardi’s actions from the first time he’d accosted Maxie at the Halloween party and Lucas had met him at the gym to the present. The man already had a record, and the police were all too ready to believe their story. Especially since the authorities were monitoring his actions. They still hadn’t given up on getting him on embezzlement and racketeering charges.
They’d been in a diner, meeting with a plainclothes detective so as not to call attention to the police in case Bernardi was watching. Hours had passed, of phone calls and conversation, when finally Aaron Gold, a Fed in a suit, presented them with a plan.
“You’ll give Bernardi the account number and bank information in the Caymans. We’ll work with our counterparts overseas and be there to take him into custody when he tries to access the account. Easy.”
“Too easy,” Lucas muttered, but he couldn’t deny the relief flowing through his veins.
Maxie placed her hand in his, her own release of tension palpable. “And you’ll contact us when he’s in custody?” she asked.
Gold nodded. “You’ll have done your part, and it’ll be over,” he assured her.
“Fine,” Lucas said. “Anything to get this son of a bitch out of our lives.”
Gold walked out and Lucas turned to Maxie. “Could it be that easy?”
“He sure made it sound that way.” Maxie wound a strand of her long hair around her finger. “God, I don’t even care if you hand Bernardi the information at this point. I want this over with, and I don’t want to see him again. Ever.”
He braced a hand on her knee, leaned in close, and brushed his lips over hers. “As soon as they have people set up in the Caymans, they’ll call and tell us to pass over the information. It’ll be a fast swap like the last time and he’ll be gone. Keith’s mess will finally be behind us. Then we can move forward with our lives.”
He slid his hand up her thigh and she stiffened.
He stifled a curse and removed his hand. He didn’t know what was going on with her or how to break through the wall she’d put up. For no reason, as far as he could tell. But his gut told him not to push. Not until this outside stress was behind them and they could truly focus on what was important.
Them.
Twenty-four hours later, Lucas got the phone call to deliver the account information to Bernardi. Grateful Maxie didn’t want any part of the exchange, he met the man outside Blink.
“You’re handing me cash out in the open like this?” Bernardi asked.