Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

We walked around the corner of the building, coming to
the street, and I dropped her bag in my trunk before unlocking
the car. As I opened my door, though, she stopped at hers and
spoke to me over the hood.
“You know,” she said. “There’s stuff in the house we can
sell. Art, furniture, rugs…I have some jewelry, too.”
“No.”
“Damon—”
“I’ll handle it,” I cut her off but kept my voice as gentle as
possible. “I’ll get a job. I’ll deal with it. Don’t worry.”
It wasn’t that I expected her to do nothing, or that she
wasn’t a partner in this, but I exposed her father. It was my
responsibility to fix this and give her back the life she was
used to. A life she deserved.
And it was definitely not okay for me not to be doing
something.
I’d find an income. A legit one.
She opened her door, and we both climbed in, Mikhail
jumping from where he waited in the passenger’s seat to the
backseat to make room for Winter.
I ruffled the fur on his head, but my phone rang in the
console where I’d left it, and I picked it up, seeing a local
number.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Damon Torrance?” a man asked.
“Yes.”
“This is GGrady MacMiller,” he introduced himself. “From
Hiberian Bank?”
It sounded vaguely familiar.
“Yes?” I stuck my key in the ignition and started the car.
“Listen,” he said. “I know this is going to sound extremely
odd, but I have to try. I came by to appraise the Ashby house
yesterday while you were gone.”