“One of the workers, then. A banker.”

“How do we prove it?”

She chewed her bottom lip in the way that drove him mad. “Look at who was working that night.”

“Yes, we could do that but we might not be able to clearly isolate the problem by just studying their shifts.”

“You could move the suspected skimmer to another night of the week, see if the revenue dips that night, as well.”

Fuck, he absolutely adored her.

“Very, very good.”

She beamed at him, happiness shining in those gorgeous eyes of hers. Everything inside him tightened in anticipation. He needed to get his hands on her.

“This was fun,” she said.

“Stand up.”

Her head cocked as she studied him. “Why?”

“Because I want your mouth on mine right now.” He started around to the other side of the desk.

She tracked his approach through her lashes, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. “What of our lessons?”

“I have a different lesson in mind right now.”

“Oh?”

Now in front of the chair, he pulled her to her feet. His fingers wrapped around her waist and dragged her closer. “This lesson has to do with my desk and your pleasure.”

Laughing, she put a hand on his chest to stop him. “As much as I love that lesson, wait a moment. Let’s not get distracted this early in the night.”

“Why not?”

“I won’t be here tomorrow so I need to soak in all the information I can this evening.”

That news shouldn’t affect him, as he’d seen her every night for the past week. Yet, he felt his chest tighten in disappointment. He was already dreading the long evening without her. “Plans?”

“Do not frown at me.” She leaned up to nip at his jaw. “Tomorrow is my birthday and I am going to dinner with my family.”

“Your birthday?”

“Yes. I am turning twenty-two.”

He winced. Just a mere babe compared to his thirty-one. You are too old for her. He ignored that voice in the back of his head. There were many reasons why he was wrong for her, and age was near the bottom of the list.

Releasing her, he returned to his seat across from the desk. “Then we’d best make the most of tonight.”

“Are you annoyed I won’t be here tomorrow?” She remained standing, watching him curiously.

“No, of course not.”

“Then what is it? Your mood went topsy-turvy on me.”

She was too perceptive sometimes. “Nothing,” he said.

“Liar. Is it about my birthday?” She approached, her skirts rustling as she moved, lips curved into a secret smile. “My family? Or is it about my age?”

Yes, too perceptive. “I often forget how much older I am than you.”