My attention goes to my phone on the nightstand. The phone is face down, but I can see the screen is lit. Either someone is calling or texting. I watch it as it continues to light up over and over again. I know Emily told her father she was staying out with a friend last night, so it can’t be related to that. Besides, would they call me if they couldn’t find Emily? Not like it’s been a few days or something crazy.

Thinking something must be wrong, I reach over and grab it to see who might be calling. Asher’s name lights up my screen. I see a bunch of missed calls from him. The fuck is going on? Worried something happened to someone, I answer it.

“Hey,” I try to whisper.

“I fucked up.”

“You don’t say.” Pretty sure I told him he was going to do that yesterday if he didn’t watch himself.

“She heard me talking to her mom.”

“It’s not Grace.” Whatever this mess is, whether it be some kind of money laundering by an accountant or some shit, I know it’s not Grace. I’ve always found myself to be good at reading people. Tomas could go broke and Grace would stay. She’d go right back into nursing. It was my understanding that Tomas had to talk her into quitting, saying he wanted to travel the world with her.

“It’s someone.”

“It is,” I agree.

“What time is it?” Emily mumbles.

“You got a chick in your bed?”

“How about you worry about your own personal life,” I clip back. Emily glares at me before she rolls to the other side of the bed. I want to make a grab for her, but she’s too damn quick, and I’m afraid she’ll give me lip, and then Asher will know who I do have in my bed.

“I need some help here.”

“We use the same firms.” I sit up to lean against the headboard, watching Emily venture into the bathroom. “Honestly, I think you need to bring in the feds. Bank footage and shit is going to need to be pulled, and while you could do that in a few calls, you need to do this right so that it can be handled in the proper way.”

“You’re right.” I take a breath. “I love her. I have to fix this.”

“Then you’ll fix it and make it up to her.” I’m one to talk. That’s what I’m doing at this very moment.

“All right, I’m going to call my sister. Maybe she can talk to Molly. They’ve gotten close.” I don’t get a chance to say goodbye before he’s ending the call. Emily comes walking out of the bathroom in one of my shirts. She’s a goddamn vision.