From: EliteEvents

To: [email protected]

Wow! That’s a tall order. But if money is not an object, we are the team that can get that done ASAP. We’ve added fire extinguishers every 100 yards, so this thing is nice and safe. Will you also need a dance floor?

At your service,

Tom, Elite Events

Dorsey paced in his loft. He thought of nothing else but Liza.

Dorsey, I love you so much! Don’t ever go. She had cried out.

He was hers and there was no way around it for him. They had set the sheets on fire last night, and he wanted her like that for the rest of his life. He had never been held so tight. She was the family he had found.

They worked.

But if Liza’s granny lost her life savings, he would feel personally responsible. Dorsey should have told Liza about WIC as soon as he began to circle around her like a vulture.

Gigi watched him pace. “Dorsey, are you sure this will work?”

“I trust her. Janae told me what they’re trying to do, and I think it’s the only way to catch a crook like that.”

“I mean, are you sure this will work to get Liza back?”

“Gigi, she told me she loved me.”

“Oh my god, Dorsey.” Gigi covered her mouth with both her hands.

“But it was kind of heat-of-the-moment talk, and it terrified me that she would take it back, so I tried to close the deal this morning. But—”

“Oh, and then I interrupted, so her mind is elsewhere.” Gigi nodded.

“Yeah. Gigi, I think this is it. She’s it.”

Gigi rolled her eyes. “Yeah, welcome to the moment, Dorsey. I’ve known this for, like, a year.”

“I don’t want to leave any open loops or questions about how I feel about her.”

“How are you going to do that?”

“I plan to go big.”

It was a full twenty minutes later by the time Liza got to the hotel. She was remarkably calm about what she knew she had to do. She tried to channel more of Dorsey’s cool energy. What would he do? He would have called ahead and reserved a room so he didn’t waste time shooting the breeze with the concierge. He would scope out the exits and have a quick way to leave.