“Well, with that kind of pay raise, we could have our own private beach and then I won’t have to wear anything at all.”
Martin eyes me with the kind of hunger that used to get me excited. Again, back before I learned the truth about him. “Tell me something, babe.”
“Anything.”
“Why now? You spent all this time avoiding me and now, you want to help me?”
Correction: I want you to help me. I shrug and continue to play coy. Sheepish. Contrite. “I don’t know. I’ve just been thinking. About you, and Willow. And you’re right. She deserves to have her family back together. I just know we’ll never be left alone until, well…”
“Until Greg’s taken care of.” Martin nods. “It kills me, but you’re right. It’ll help clear up Tolya’s name, too, so what I had to do to get him out won’t matter anymore.”
