“Your reward for finding David’s bullshit,” Georgia went on. “Now, like you always wanted it, you’re clean. We’ll do monthly meetings but you stay clean. Dad feels, and I agree, that we’ve learned from this that the person who does David’s job should be in the family. That’s you.”

“I…” I shook my head then quickly nodded it. “Okay, Georgia. But—”

I got no further.

“Clear what you need to clear from your office and we’ll make a meeting for you to go over whatever you have to go over with me,” she ordered. “But I want you officially out of the warehouse by next Friday.”

I nodded again. “Right, but I think we should talk about transitioning—”

“And make a date with Culver,” she spoke over me, obviously in conclusion because her attention went back to her desk and her body language stated she’d dismissed me.

But she’d again mentioned Dustin which was strange and disturbing.

“Are you talking to Mom?” I asked with disbelief.

“We’ve both extended olive branches,” she shocked me by saying. “I’m not going to be taking her shit over martinis anytime soon but I’ve given her voodoo doll a rest.”

So it was Mom who’d shared about Dustin.

And likely Georgia who shared it with Dad.

“Georgia,” I called.

“What?” she asked, locating what she needed, a folder, and picking up a pen as she opened it and focused on whatever was inside.

“Georgie,” I said quietly.

She shifted her attention to me.

“You need to talk to Dad,” I advised.

She said nothing.

I kept advising.

“I agree with looking into expansion outside Valenzuela’s territory, but we should sell to locals who can distribute. We shouldn’t put our own men there. And please be patient. Don’t push too soon too fast.”

“I hear you, Liv, but, babe, got shit to do,” she replied.

I tipped my head to the side. “Is there something you aren’t telling me?”

“Outside the fact Dad lost his fucking mind at that shit David pulled, he’s eager to have him found and to put a line under that, including getting our fucking money back, and he was surprised and pleased you sorted that shit…no.”

There was no hesitation, no shift in her eyes.

I fancied Georgie could lie successfully to anybody.

But not to me.

So I relaxed.

Okay, maybe all was good.

“I should help transition the boys to Tommy,” I told her.

“It’s already done.”

I didn’t like that.

“Georgie—”

She lifted a hand my way. “You’re too easy on them, Liv. They’re good. They’ve got money coming in, product going out. And Tommy’s definitely watched you for years. He knows those boys and how to handle them. It’s already working.”

I could believe that.

“Right, then I’ll let you get to it,” I murmured, turning to leave.