Four point six billion dollars moves through sixty-three shell companies and lands in a federal case with a possessive lion shifter at the end of every road.
The woman auditing him is right about the money and wrong about what those ledgers hide.
He pulls her out of the treeline before the men hunting her arrive, then keeps her in his mountain house with the books open across her knees.
Every asset he has ends where she stands, and the forced proximity leaves little room between an indictment and a fated mate.
She came for his empire. He is keeping her.
