Page 69 of The Work Wife

“When I was doing my research, I found some other interesting information.”

“If my file says anything about me running naked through campus, that is a lie. Unless you have proof.”

“No. I ran your bank account information.”

“Seriously? I thought that was confidential.”

“It is. To normal people.”

“You didn’t think that might be a little rude?”

“If ever you have a daughter, trust me, you won’t hesitate to use every tool at your disposal to make sure the guy she up and married is not some loser who’ll take all her money.”

“I’m not going to take her money.”

“Oh, I know that. You’ve got plenty of your own, don’t you?”

Shit. He knew. “It’s not how it looks. I’m not a drug lord or anything.”

“I know. I had to dig a little deeper, but I found out where it comes from.”

“I see.”

“Does Jamie know?”

“No. It isn’t important.” It wasn’t important to him. Jamie might have thought differently if he’d given her the chance to form an opinion.

The man chuckled on the other end. “You’re keeping a mighty big secret from my girl. Why would you do that?”

“I have my reasons, but I promise you she will be taken care of if anything happens to me.”

“Yep. I saw that too.”

“For Christ’s sake. Is nothing sacred?”

“Not to a father with connections.”

“Are you going to tell her?” Wes asked, his hands clenched in fists. Money changed people. He didn’t think Jamie would see it as a big deal, but he wanted to keep his finances out of their relationship.

“Do you love her?”

“I—yeah, I do.” It wasn’t a lie. He might not love her in the romantic, husband-and-wife sense, but he loved her in the sense that he cared about her and would do whatever he could to ensure her happiness.

If Mr. Witmer could twist his answers as he saw fit, so could Wes.

“Then I won’t say anything for now. I assume you intend to tell her at some point?”

“Yes.” He hadn’t narrowed it down to a year, or decade. Wes was getting better at this secret agent stuff. “So you’ll behave yourself so I can take your daughter to Jamaica?”

“Yeah. Put her back on the phone.”

Wes walked into the office and turned over the phone to a surprised Jamie.

“He’s ready to be a good boy.”

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Jamie disconnected the call and stared at her phone for a long second. Her father had agreed to keep the nurse so long as she agreed to go on her trip and have a good time.