Page 140 of Moon Claimed

I was too. Orwouldbe when the zeros remained—or ideally, became a positive balance. But right now, the house I’d grown up in was gone, and strangely, that was all I could think about.

Tears welled in my eyes. “Thanks, Roy. Please tell the new owners there’s a week remaining on the storage shed. If they want to continue the lease beyond that, they’ll need to make arrangements so the contents aren’t carted away.”

Thanking him again, I hung up.

Wade kneaded his toes into my back. “Does that mean what I think it means?”

“That I have significantly less debt now?”

He waited.

“Yes.” I dashed away a tear, my back turned.

Selling the house shouldn’t feel like another goodbye to Ragna, but it really did. And why I even cared was anyone’s guess.

Wade dragged me up, harassing me until I bounced on the bed with him.

“Andie isn’t as poor. Andie isn’t as poor!”

Cameron burst in. “What the hell is going on?”

I rolled off the bed as Wade continued, “Andie isn’t as poor.”

Jerking a thumb, I said, “I’m not as poor. The house sale just cleared.”

Cameron gasped. “Finally.”

Dragging me onto the bed again, we all engaged in another round of celebratory jumping.

Crack.

The world slanted as I was thrown into Wade’s thighs. He fell back onto the bed, and Cameron crushed the air from my lungs when she landed on top.

I wheezed. “RIP, bed.”

“Who cares. You get paid big bucks for being head steward. You’ll have enough to afford a new bed in no time.”

Sure would.

I grinned into his inner thigh as Cameron extracted her face from my ass cheeks.

“Enough about me. Today is your day.” Padding to the kitchenette, I proceeded to drag a cake out of the fridge.

“Are you insinuating that I’m the kind of person who eats triple… chocolate… fudge cake for breakfast?” he asked.

I pulled out three plates and flicked on the kettle.

Wade arranged himself in my bed as I presented him with the cake. I opened the bedside drawer and extracted the cardboard crown I made yesterday, settling it atop his blond curls.

“I hereby dub thee King Wade. Your orders are to be obeyed without question—”

“I’m not part of that,” Cameron said around a mouthful of cake.

“—byme,” I said. “May your twenty-four-hour rule be prosperous.”

Wade dipped his head regally. “Thank you, wench.”

Ugh.He’d enjoy this far too much. I made our hot drinks and settled into my slice of goodness.