For a blistering moment, he imagined it happening in another life where they were both safe and free from secrets and they chose to share such domestic, intimate moments with each other.

Either before sex or after. His whole body tightened. Now who was being stupid?

Rubbing his face, he fought to get his unruly body under control. “I can get you new identification, a new birth certificate, passport, driver’s license, social security number—the works—by Wednesday or Thursday. Everything you need to start up somewhere else.”

“You can do that?” She stared at him, then shook her head. “Even so, it’s still not going to be easy. I need the money from my checking account… And I just bought a car, but I haven’t had time to get it titled yet. Then there’s my house. My real estate agent thinks she can get high six or low seven figures for it. And there’s the retirement accounts. I won’t be able to access those without either the finalized divorce papers or Austin’s death certificate.”

He took her hand and laced his fingers through hers. “Molly, you’re about to become a person of interest in a murder investigation. You can’t tie up those loose ends without running the risk of being found, either by the authorities or by whoever committed the murders. You’ve got to walk away from everything. I can have your estate held while an investigation is ongoing, and I’ll order a detailed audit. That will buy you some time, but you need to come to terms with it now—you’re not going to get out of this financially unscathed.”

She calmed as she listened. “What if I get a cashier’s check for what’s in the checking account?”

He frowned. “How much is in there?”

“Over forty thousand. I took what we had in our savings and checking accounts, and then I sold my jewelry, and after I switched cars there was still some money left over from the sale of the Escalade. That should be enough to at least get me started.”

He thought it over. “It’s too much of a risk.”

She jerked her hand away. “Maybe it’s a risk I’m willing to take. The police won’t be moving fast enough if I get to a bank branch first thing tomorrow.”

He snapped, “This isn’t about the police. I might know something about who could be hunting for you, and believe me—that’s not a risk you should be willing to take.”

Her eyes widened. “You know who’s behind this?”

“There’s evidence to suggest that my reason for being in Atlanta coincides with Austin and what has happened to you. The fact that you’re an awakening witch just complicates things.” He could no longer sit still and pushed to his feet.