“Our accounts,” I said.

“I’m a forensic accountant, Rowan.

You married one.

And then, for some reason I will genuinely never understand, you decided that fraud was a good hobby to take up in her house.”

Chapter 12 — The Process Server

The front door opened again — I had timed it, though Rowan didn’t know that — and Nadia stepped inside with a process server just behind her.

He put the papers into Rowan’s hands before Rowan quite understood what they were.