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course they want something super complicated.”
    “And don’t tip.” Jay grinned at her, and she smiled back, glad that they’d regained some of their earlier ease with each other.
    They finished the clean-up of both the public area and the kitchen working in tandem, then Jay headed back to the office with her, each of them carrying one of the boxes Greg had left earlier.
    “I usually do the bank deposit on the way home then just bring the receipt back the next day and add it to the credit card machine closeout.” He picked that up and waved it at her, placing it deliberately on the inbox tray sitting on Harlan’s desk. “He goes over the previous day’s books the next morning. Sorry, I don’t know everything about that part, though I’m sure you can call him if you need help.”
    It was the opening she’d been looking for. “Yeah, I thought I’d stay here and get oriented, if that’s okay with you?”
    After a couple of seconds, Jay nodded. “Sure. You’re the boss. Well, the boss’ niece anyway.” They both laughed. “Come on—let’s get this stock put away and I’ll get out of your hair.”
    Jay opened the storage closet and kick-shoved the boxes inside, maneuvering them over the thick industrial mat.
    “You could really use that mat out front by the machine. My feet are killing me.”
    Jay nodded. “You get used to it. Harlan said this one actually used to be out there but it was hard to keep clean so he just stuck it in here. Comes in handy during inventory, I guess.”
    They loaded the shelves with the non-perishable supplies then Jay grabbed the empty boxes and nodded at her to go out of the narrow space ahead of him. “I’ll break these down and stick them in the recycling…unless you need them?”
    She shook her head.
    “Okay then.” Jay put on his jacket and picked up the bank deposit bag with the cash they’d counted out of the till. “I’m off. I’ll see you tomorrow?” he checked.
    “I’ll be here.”
    He gave her one last small smile of farewell then walked down the hall. After a few moments, she heard the chime as he opened the front door. Just to make sure she was alone, she went partway down the hall and was able to watch as Jay locked the door behind him, then headed toward the side of the building with the alley.
    She mentally tracked him as there was a slight noise near the back, alarmed door that was probably him at the recycling bin. Then just normal city sounds.
    Sienna waited a few more minutes then re-entered the office. She knew that the computer was a plant. They’d seized Harlan’s and replaced it with a duplicate that would show a record of any use. However they’d had to leave most of the paperwork in place to avoid suspicion.
    She was pretty convinced that Jay wasn’t knowingly involved in Harlan’s dealings, but until she was one hundred percent sure, he would need to be kept in the dark.
    Okay, paperwork .
    Sienna had just opened the right side file drawer when she heard a knock that sounded like it was from the front door.
    Christ, people, we’re closed .
    A second, louder knock came, and she narrowed her eyes, wondering if it was Boyd and Ty, though she didn’t think they’d risk drawing attention to themselves after hours this way. She rose and walked partway down the hall to where she could see the front. The sun shade obscured the person from view, but from the silhouette she knew instantly that it wasn’t Boyd or Tyson. Or Jay, for that matter.
    Making a quick decision as the third knock came, she stomped into the café and threw the deadbolt. The door opened about six inches before she stopped its progress with her boot.
    Was Greg here to pick up where they’d left off at the club, or for a less savoury reason? “We’re closed,” she pointed out unnecessarily, her heart hammering, whether with adrenaline or something else she didn’t know.
    Greg looked down at her foot blocking his entrance then trailed his gaze slowly back up to meet