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this morning. I have some
rather disturbing news.” He watched her face very carefully as he told her of
the results. “They claim you called them and approved of the release of your
funds into an American account in Grant’s name. According to Mr. Spurnman, the
teller spoke to a woman who identified herself as you and provided your
security code.”
    Her eyes grew wide before they narrowed. The furrow
of her brow before she slammed down her coffee cup told its own story. There
wasn’t even a remote possibility Myrna would’ve given a single Euro to Grant.
Not after he financially wiped her out when he left and Amery knew it.
    “I never called the bank and authorized anything.
Surely you don’t think I would be that stupid!”
    He placed a comforting hand over hers. “No. I don’t
believe it for a moment. That leaves only one other option. Someone either
hacked into the bank’s computers to give your access code to the bank employee
who closed the account, or Grant’s one lucky son of bitch to have guessed your
password.”
    Her eyes flashed with ire. “There’s no way Grant
could’ve figured out my password.”
    Compassion filled him. “I’m not blaming you,
sweetheart, but Grant was your husband and master for over ten years. If you
used a date or name, he might’ve gotten lucky.”
    A bitter laugh escaped her. “Not bloody likely. I
used a date significant only to me, and your birthday along with my age
at the time he left me: 12-18-MAY 13 -30. Nothing in it is of significance to
him.”
    Amery felt his face heat even as the idea of her
using something of his intrigued him. “Why did you use my birthday and what’s
so important about December eighteenth?”
    She shrugged before answering the first part of his
question. “What can I say, I saw you as my knight in shining armor, Amery. I
honestly don’t know what Caelan or I would’ve done if you hadn’t helped me after
Grant left us.”
    “There was always a chance Grant would remember my
birthday, Myrna.”
    She shook her head. “Not likely though. He couldn’t
even remember my birthday or our anniversary, so the likelihood of him
remembering your birthday was minimal. Even if he did, he’d only have two
pieces out of the three.” She lifted the cup to her lips. “He had to either
have someone at the bank on his side, or he  managed to hack into the bank’s
computer.”
    He cocked his head before nodding. “That’s a
possibility I’ll mention to Mr. Spurnman when we visit him on Tuesday.”
    He watched as she nodded then lifted the cup to her
lips. His loins stirred as rapture washed over her face. When she licked the
traces of foam off her lips with her tongue, he scrambled to distract himself.
“You never did say what the other date was for – the one Grant wouldn’t know
about.”
    She stared into the flames while fingering the
porcelain cup in her hand.
    “No, I didn’t.”
    When she didn’t continue, his frustration rose.
“And?”
    She finally looked at him, her eyes hooded. “Do you
honestly want to know?”
    He raked a hand through his hair. “Of course, I
wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.”
    She nodded before setting the cup down on the stand
by his. Her cheeks began to redden. “If I tell you, you have to promise you
won’t take it as a come on or an advance on my part.”
    Now he was intrigued. What could she have possibly
based the date on that would bring a flush of color to her cheeks?
    He leaned forward and assumed his Dom persona – his
voice dark and sensual. “Tell me.”
    “Do you promise?” Her breathing was rapid.
    He gave her a short nod. “I promise for tonight I
won’t take anything you tell me as an advance.”
    She took a deep breath. “December eighteenth was the
date I first realized you were the Dom I wanted – not Grant.”
    His sharp inhalation and the way he gripped the arms
of the chair as he processed what she said had her hands trembling. From the
grimace which crossed his face, she