She huffs but takes her hand off the doorknob and ducks under my arm to go back to the couch. I sit next to her and put my arm on the back of the couch behind her. Wyatt's going to have to do better than this. His mouth is drawn up in a little jealous line and I'm sure it has way more to do with the fact that she's sitting next to me than my arm being around her or the pet names. I smile at him and reach down to lift her feet into my lap.
“Stop it,” he snaps, glaring at me.
“You stop it,” I return with a smirk.
Larken pulls her feet away from me and tucks them underneath her. “Both of you stop it. Adrian doesn't have access to that kind of money,” she trails off, looking up and to the side, “unless he made me sign something that would grant him access.”
Wyatt leans forward and props his elbows on his knees. “Exactly how long has it been since you've been to work, Larken? Physically.”
She shrugs. “Months. Not since I lost Dad. I had a nervous breakdown or something and couldn't handle going back.”
Yeah. I'll justbetshe couldn't handle going back. I'm sure whatever Adrian did to her had nothing to do with it.
“And none of the people you worked with bothered to check in on you?” Wyatt continues.
Larken shakes her head. “If anyone checked in on me I was never made aware of it. How does this work, anyway? In movies they always have this big bag of money and they walk across a big park or bus station.”
That makes me smile. She's probably been comparing all of this to what she's seen in the movies this whole time. Almost all that stuff is inaccurate, but I love that she's been imagining herself in those situations.
“It will be sort of like that,” Wyatt nods. “Your husband will leave the money at the location I give him. If this were a true ransom situation, you would be waiting at another location and once the right amount of money has been determined to be in the bag, he would be given your location or you would be delivered to him. But, like I said, this isn't a real ransom situation. We are basically going to take the money and run.”
“Won't that put you at risk?” Larken asks.
I reach over and pat her knee. “Don't you worry about us, baby. We're professional criminals. We'll be alright.”
She's quiet for a minute or two and Wyatt takes a breath to say something else but she sits up abruptly, her eyes wide and her brows drawn. “I need to file for divorce.”
Divorce. What a good girl she truly is. Divorce. She's going to just file for divorce from the guy who had her dragged out of her bed after he tried to steal her company. “Just divorce? Surely you want to do more than divorce him.”
Wyatt looks every bit as intrigued as I am. “Yes, Larken. I'm sure you can think of something a little more aggressive than divorce.”
She sits back again, shrugging. “What else can I do?”
Wyatt and I exchange a look. There's a long list of things she could do, and we would be more than happy to accomplish them.
“He hasn't really done anything,” she continues.
“He had you kidnapped,” Wyatt reminds her.
She nods. “He did. And what will I do? Go to the police? With what proof? It isn't like I'm going to hand you and Shaun over to the authorities. You two saved me, regardless of how it looks to the rest of the world.”
Wyatt sighs. He's good at that. He does it all the time. I smile at her, and I suppose I'm good at that because I do it as much as he sighs. “Still,” I say, “I think he needs a little more than a simple divorce.”
“I'll fire him, too.”
Alimonyandseverance. I swear the people who deserve the worst end up not paying for any of the bullshit they put other people through.
“Well,” Wyatt tilts his head with narrowed eyes, “I suppose we'll have to wait and see about that. We have to get through the immediate burden he presents before you can get around to firing and divorcing him.”
Wyatt has another fun announcement for her when it's time for bed and I enjoy every syllable of it.
“Tomorrow is going to be a feat so I think we all need to get some sleep. Sleep that I don't have to stress myself out about.” He cocks a brow at me.
“What?” I clutch my heart, feigning shock and innocence.
His lips press into my favorite little line as he blinks slowly at me. “I apologize in advance, Larken, but I think you might actually be a flight risk now.”
“I'm not,” she interrupts.
