Brazen Bossman: A Hero Club Novel, стр. 69

“What happened? Why are you crying?” I close the door behind me.

“Sit down. You’ll want to be sitting for this one.” She sniffs then fans her face with her hands in an attempt to stop the tears.

“You said everything was fine.” I sink to the chair across from her.

“Read over this and then you tell me what you think.”

She slides a folder across the table to me. I stare at it for a moment like it’s going to bite me, but I shake off the anxiety and flip it open.

As I read over each word, over each page, a knot the size of Manhattan forms in my throat.

The deed to the building, in my mother’s name.

The property deed to the land, in my mother’s name.

The notice of payoff for not just one, but both mortgages. Zero balance.

Page after page of creditors that have been beating our doors down to settle debts my father left behind, all paid to zero.

“What is this? How did this happen?” I’m quaking from head to toe.

“Nathanial Lennox came by with his business partner and an attorney a couple of hours ago to make all of this legal. Piper, he saved us.”

A broken sob leaves my throat, and I stare down at the pages even as tears completely blur my vision.

“Why would he do this?”

“He told me that he did this because he loves you. That was his answer. He loves you.”

“Oh my God.” My hand goes to my chest because I feel like my heart is about to explode out of my body.

“It’s ours now, baby. No more worrying or wondering how ends will meet. We can finally relax.”

I gather all of the papers up and place them back in the folder before going around to hug my mother as tightly as I can.

“I need to go see him. I have to tell him thank you. I need… well, I just need him.” I wipe my face with the back of my hand. “God, I’m sure my makeup is a mess.”

“You’re beautiful.” She kisses my cheek.

“Do Oliver and Ben know?”

“They do, but I made them swear I’d get to be the one to tell you.”

I blow out a heavy breath, trying to settle my roller coaster of emotions before I walk back out to the dining room.

“Go to him,” she urges me on.

I hug her once more before bolting from the office, suddenly desperate to throw my arms around him, to thank him, to hit him for giving us money, to kiss him for being so amazing, to scream at him for making me fall in love with him, to be with him.

I push through the swinging door that leads back out into the dining room and skid to a stop, and my lungs fall to my feet.

A tingle pricks my skin that only happens when he is near, and sure enough, I don’t have to look far because he’s standing right there in front of the hostess stand with his hands shoved in his pockets.

When his eyes meet mine, they turn up in a smile, and I can’t waste a single second.

I all but run through the maze of tables and throw myself around him, sinking into the warmth and power of his embrace.