With us moving and problems at the company, things were getting increasingly stressful. Then there was the fact I needed to talk to Mel. I didn't want her to be blindsided by it all.

I had her come over to help me and figured we could talk. As she helped me, I decided to tell her. She was shocked.

"You don't think I'm stealing from the company, do you?!" She asked, looking at me, shocked.

"No, but I also didn't want you to hear about it from others either, just in case word got out," I told her.

She looked at me and said, "Lina, you know me. I would never do anything like that."

"I know. I told Scott I wanted to talk to you," I explained.

"Damn. I can't believe this was happening," Mel sighed.

"Well, believe it. From what we were told, someone has been doing it for a while. With everything going on, this is the perfect opportunity," I told her.

"Yeah, it has been ridiculous without you and Scott not being there."

"What do you mean?"

"Lina, many people have been doing things that Scott would never approve of at the company. Shipments aren't coming in like they should, or something is missing. Then there's been a shortage."

"If you knew about this, why didn't you say anything," I asked her.

"Because I didn't know if what I saw was right. When I would call to verify, the people would tell me that you were the one that called them," Mel said to me.

"What?"

"Yeah, they said you told them to send a certain amount. That it was okay when that's not what Scott ordered in the first place," she told me.

I looked at her. Why would someone do this? Pretend to be me - none of this made sense. This made my blood boil unless someone set me up to take the fall.

I got up and went looking for Scott. I didn't need someone to tell him things that weren't true. Who knows what he would think?

I found him on the phone talking, and from the sounds, the call didn't sound right. He hung up, and I stood there, waiting for the blow.

He turned and looked at me and sighed.

"I swear I did not do anything," I told him.

"I know."  I looked at him as he said, "Mitch said when he checked further, he pointed to things that led to you. When I asked for dates, he told me, which I knew would be impossible considering you weren't there then."

"But you did believe him at first," I said quietly.

"Lina."

"Scott, I pride myself on a few things. Being honest is one of them. To know you would believe something like that hurts," I said as I turned and walked away.

I couldn't even look at him, knowing he thought I would do something like that. I went back to packing with Mel. When she asked me if I was okay, I lied and said I was okay—two words that hold so much meaning. When people don't want to talk about things, they respond that I'm okay, even though things aren't right.

As we packed, Kara and Tara came over to help. Mel told them what happened as I stayed silent. It's where the twins differ.

"I can't believe he would even think that. What is wrong with him?" Kara huffed.

"Wait. Now, hold up. First of all, Lina is an employee. It's Scott's duty as the owner to question every employee, even her," Tara said.

"But we know Lina," she exclaimed.

"True, but it doesn't mean she is exempt from this, just like Mel isn't either," she explained. She turned to me, "Lina, put yourself in his shoes. How would you feel if people you sent to investigate others suspected someone you know to do something underhanded? Wouldn't you question it?"

I looked at her. Tara always looked at things from an objective point of view. The problem was I let my pride take over.

"It doesn't matter. He should know I would never do something like this," I said, shaking my head.

"Lina."

"I'm done with this conversation. Can we pack?"

"You're still going through with this move," Kara asked me.

"This isn't about him or me. This move is about girls. Whether I'm angry at him or he's angry at me doesn't matter. I refuse to let them be disappointed," I said, getting up and entering another room.

The truth is, it wasn't about me when it came to the girls. We shouldn't have stuck the girls in the middle between Scott and me and our differences.

                                  *******
As the girls helped me, the guys were helping Scott.

"So, let me get this straight: You find out someone is sabotaging your company, so you question Lina?  Man, that's messed up," Wyatt said to him.

"Wait a minute, Scott has every right to question his employees, including Lina," Kelly said.

"Yeah, but we know Lina.  Does she strike you as the type that would do something like that?" He asked Kelly.

"Doesn't matter. Lina isn't above anyone," Kelly told him.

"This doesn't help my situation," Scott told them.

"Give her time. Lina is a reasonable person. She's just upset right now," Brent told him.

"I get that, but right now, she's angry, and with this move, I'm afraid she's going to change her mind. I don't want this to put a wedge between us," Scott said.

"Lina may be angry, but I doubt she would back out of this move," Brent said to him.

"Is it possible that someone wants to set up Lina to make her look guilty and take the focus off them?" Wyatt asked.

"What do you mean a setup?" Kelly asked him.

"Think about it. Who has a beef with Lina?"

Scott stood there and momentarily thought, "No one I can think of that has an issue. Anyone that has an issue doesn't work for the company."

"Then look deeper. The one person you least expect is the one who usually got their hand in the cookie jar," Wyatt said.

Scott looked at them. The big question was who had a grudge against me that would cause me to look suspicious.

                                 *******
That night, after everyone left, Scott and I didn't speak.  We slept in separate rooms.  This move was going to be fun.

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in my thoughts. I knew Scott had to question everyone, including me. I understood, but I hated the fact he did. I would never steal from someone, let alone sabotage them. None of it made sense.

I lay there alone in bed, letting my mind race and not getting much sleep. The movers were coming on Saturday, and everyone was helping. I let out a sigh.

Moving day should be fun.

                                    *******
I woke up the next day and changed before heading downstairs. I looked around and saw Scott's car was gone.  I let out a deep sigh.

Maybe this was it. Perhaps this was the final straw for us.  I shook my head and went into the kitchen to make coffee.

As I leaned against the counter, looking at all the boxes and sipping my coffee, I wondered if this was a bad idea. I didn't want Kami or Georgia to deal with the tension or stress of moving and have it blow up in our faces.

That's the problem when you're alone; you have too much time to think about everything and imagine every possible lousy scenario.

Whoever was doing this was getting what they wanted.  That burned me. Why couldn't people leave me alone for once?  Was it too much to ask?

I walked over to the island and leaned on the counter, thinking about things. Ben and Jerry were looking good right now. My friends never let me down.

Then I felt someone leaned into my back and lips on my neck. Well, shit.

Their body was against my back, and I felt their hand snake around my stomach as they moved towards my ear, "You know, I could take you here right here right now."

"I'm still upset with you," I said.

"Are you?  Or is it the fact you're more upset with someone else?"

His breath tickled my skin as I felt him move against me.

"Maybe it's a little with both," I breathe.

"See, you can be upset with me all you want, but the fact remains, I'm not going anywhere. You belong to me," Scott said in a husky voice, causing the hair on the skin to stand up.  My breathing hitched.

"I'm still upset with you," I said breathlessly.

"Hmmm, I see.  And what can I do to change your mind," Scott whispered, oh my lord. I felt his hand move under my top and up to my breasts as he slowly started kneading them with his fingers.

I won't lie; even though I was upset, this turned me on.

I tried to hold in a moan, biting my lower lip as he continued moving his hands until he slid one under the waist of my leggings and in between my legs.  Shit.

He gently rubbed as I tried to maintain my composure before whispering, "Hmmm, someone is excited."

That's all it took as a moan escaped my lips. Damn it.

He removed his hand and pushed down my leggings before undoing his pants and dropping them. Moving my legs apart, he slid in behind me, causing me to let out a louder moan. Then he moved. Thrusting in and out of me at an even pace. I held onto the counter as he continued.

I should be angry with him, but my body was telling me otherwise. He slid an arm around my waist and moved my face with his other hand as Scott captured my lips as he continued. With each thrust, I moaned against his lips, causing him to pick up the pace.

As we rocked back and forth, the thrusting became more feverish until I groaned loudly, bucking my hips against him. He gripped my waist more firmly as he released, matching my groaning. We shook until our bodies stilled.

It was a good thing we were standing behind the counter because my mom paid a surprise visit.

"Is this a bad time?" She asked.

Scott and I didn't say anything but looked at her with innocent smiles.

Perfect timing, as always.