Page 51 of Billionaire Unexplained: Kaleb

Devon grinned and said cockily, “I’m especially gifted. Besides, music is a hobby for me. I’m primarily a left-brained thinker. I’m essentially logical and analytical.”

“Anna is logical,” Tanner argued. “And down to earth.”

She was both, but I remembered her saying that her head was usually in the clouds because she was so gifted musically.

In my opinion, she had the same gifts that Devon had…in reverse. She was a right-brained person who still had a large amount of common sense.

“I’m starting to wonder if this situation has anything to do with the murder of her parents,” I considered out loud.

“Is it possible that Anna’s dad was getting suspicious of that investment?” Tanner asked.

I shrugged. “I’m not sure, but it is a possibility.”

“Are you going to talk to Anna about all this?” Devon asked.

“Fuck!” I cursed and ran my hand through my hair in frustration. “I should do it immediately, but she seems to be doing so much better. The bags under her eyes are gone. She’s not mentally and physically exhausted anymore. I can’t even begin to say that she’s over what happened to her parents. I’m not sure she ever will be. It’s been years, and I think we all still miss Dad. But it seems like she’s working through her loss, and that she’s accepting that they’re gone.”

“There isn’t a lot more that we can do to catch the person who was ripping her off,” Tanner said regretfully. “The police need to get involved, and they need to investigate whether it was a motive for murder.”

“I know,” I acknowledged. “I’m going to track down the detective handling her mom and dad’s murder case before I leave the office today, and I’ll notify the feds about what we suspect so they can investigate the shell company. Anna has to know the truth. The authorities are going to have to talk to her, and she deserves to know as soon as possible, but I might give it a day before I tell her everything. I’m taking her out tonight to Charlie’s Place for dinner, and then to The Mug And Jug for drinks. I’d rather not spoil that outing for her.”

“I’ll be at The Mug And Jug,” Devon mentioned casually. “A local band is playing there tonight. I’m filling in on guitar for a guy who’s got some issues and can’t be there. I hope you get Anna out on the dance floor. She’s a phenomenal dancer.”

I already knew that she could dance extraordinarily well. I’d watched just about every video available on the internet of her performances. She had dancers who performed with her, but Anna was always front and center for her livelier songs. She was at the piano for the slower numbers, and the woman sang and played her heart out like no one was watching. It was sometimes hard to believe that she was nervous or that she dreaded going on stage, but she was a woman who had learned to bury her fears and emotions well to the general public.

I had no idea how she toured and performed nearly every night the way she did. It had to be physically and mentally draining.

If she wanted to stop doing huge tours, I wanted to set her up so she could make that happen immediately.

She didn’t need to commit to another exhausting tour. She’d been doing it every year for the last seventeen years now.

“I’ll be there to check out the band and Devon,” Tanner commented. “I probably won’t stay long, but maybe I can get a dance with Anna before I leave.”

I gritted my teeth. I actually hadn’t known that there was music and dancing at The Mug And Jug tonight. Silas didn’t do music there every night, but he hired a local band occasionally to perform. “If she feels like dancing, I’ll dance with her,” I stated flatly.

Tanner smirked. “Not sure that you can watch any other man put his hands on your woman?”

“She’s not my woman,” I said.

Logically, she wasn’t mine, but that didn’t mean I didn’t feel protective when it came to her.

Hell, who was I kidding? I was also possessive, even though I had no reason to be, and I’d never felt possessive toward a woman in my entire life.

I’d tried to convince myself that I’d have no reason to object if she wanted another guy to touch her.

We weren’t intimate.

There was no agreement between the two of us.

Nothing.

It seemed when it came to Anna, my logic flew out the window. I couldn’t talk myself out of the way I felt about her, even if it was illogical.

“She’s not my woman,” I said again as I realized my brothers were looking at me like they didn’t believe me.

“I call bullshit,” Devon interjected. “You look at Anna like she’s the only woman who exists for you. Maybe you don’t want to admit it, but you’re crazy about her.”

“We live two totally different lives,” I ground out. “She’s here to relax, write some music, and grieve for her parents. We’re just…friends.”

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