Page 26 of David's Love

Who is this man?

Truly.

Who is he?

I'm searching online for random posts connected to his name. After filtering out the random men sharing his name, I get very little.

Most scraps of information are related to his business.

A few business meetings, official assignments, and local interviews.

Nothing of relevance to me.

I’ll need to go back and maybe check some official records.

Times flies quickly before I get a notebook and scribble down the bits I find.

Some obscure websites offer information about his past. It might be bots scraping the Internet for information. Beggars can’t be choosers. And then the first surprise pops up.

David Moore––if it’s the same person––was born in Colorado.

Oh, my.

Oh, my.

I’d lie if I said my mouth hadn’t fallen open just a little.

David was born in Colorado? What are the fucking chances?

“What?” I mutter, still not believing my eyes.

This is huge.

It’s never crossed my mind he might have roots in Colorado. He always acted like he had nothing to do with this place. That he was some sort of a guest, never willing to put roots down.

Like a drifter, he always passed through town, having no interest in settling down.

My hand softens on the smooth covers.

This is so strange.

I noticed how he had spoken about this place as if it was the last option on his list of possible towns where he could live permanently.

First off, he never seemed interested in a place to live. Hence, the multiple hotel suites.

He is like someone living out of his suitcase, only outrageously pampered in luxurious hotel suits that come with the kind of comfort that's fit for a king and the cold anonymity needed by a player.

I understand his reasons.

The man travels a lot.

He is away right now.

But still.

Why would he dismiss the idea of Colorado?

He had a flicker of displeasure in his eyes when we talked about settling here, or maybe I’m inventing things.

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