CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FOUR 

{Dominic}

Just as my fingers grazed the folder, I stopped.

It felt like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over my spine. My gut twisted, a warning growl whispering in the back of my head, “Don’t.”

I grunted and let out a sharp breath before dragging the folder back across the table with a single swipe.

“Nope,” I muttered under my breath.

Augustus stared at me from beneath that storm-gray brow without saying a word.

“I don’t care what’s in there,” I said louder this time, pushing the folder across the desk toward him. “Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter. I’m going to trust my wife.”

Augustus raised a brow, looking mildly amused but not surprised. I reached for the drawer in my desk, pulled out my old leather-bound checkbook, and scribbled the numbers before I could second-guess myself.

When I tore it free and held it out, Augustus looked down.

His eyes flicked from the check to my face. “Five million,” he muttered, clicking his tongue. “You must really be in love.”

“Take it,” I