Page 36 of A Billionaire Dom

I turned, startled. How had I not heard Kasey come in?

She deposited two bags of take-out on the counter behind me and then turned around to face Davin, beaming. “Hi, I’m Kasey Lee. Linsey’s roommate, friend, and owner of this fine establishment.” She put out a hand, and Davin shook it. “Linsey helps me out from time to time, but she’s not a real employee.”

“You have a nice place,” Davin said honestly, looking around. I could see the businessman in him taking stock of the building.

“Thanks. I take that as quite the compliment coming from the CFO of the biggest real estate company in Texas.” Kasey picked up one of the bags and nudged the other one toward me. “I’m going to eat in the break room. Davin, you’re welcome to stay as long as Linsey likes.”

With a last little wave at the both of us, she headed for the back of the building.

“I can go,” Davin said, “but I’d really like to stay if that’s okay with you.”

The hesitation in his voice was what got to me. This man wasn’t timid, and for him to sound unsure, I knew something must’ve really thrown him off-balance. Considering what he’d done for me, it was the least I could do for him.

Hell, who was I kidding? I would’ve wanted him to stay no matter what. I cared far too much about his happiness.

“Mind if I eat while you tell me about your strange day?” I asked, reaching for the bag of food.

“Not at all.”

“I would say that you’re welcome to share all of it, but you’re to keep your hands off my lemongrass garlic chicken. Everything else is fair game.”

“Noted.”

He helped me set out the three containers from the bag and then waited for me to find my chicken before reaching for one of the other boxes. I really didn’t get this guy. He had the money, name,andlooks to get things his way the majority of the time, but he didn’t use it, at least not in a way that made him a bully or even just carelessly cruel like some privileged kids could be.

“So,” I prompted, “weird day.”

“That,” he said, “is an understatement.” He took a bite of food before offering additional information. “I just found out that my brother isn’t my brother.”

“Okay,” I said slowly. I wasn’t entirely sure how I should respond to that.

Davin didn’t appear to need a response as much as he needed someone to listen because the story poured out of him. How his late mother had had an affair, and the only person she’d ever told had been Davin’s grandfather. How Deklin had actually gotten engaged to his half-sister by accident since no one but Jude had known who she was. How it’d all come out and how Davin was struggling with being angry at his grandfather for keeping it a secret for so long.

My stomach twisted with guilt, but I reminded myself that it wasn’t the same thing. I was keeping the secret that I was looking into a cold case that Davin’s grandfather might have been a suspect in nearly thirty years ago. And I hadn’t known that the two men were connected until I’d gotten involved with both of them.

Ifinvolvedwas even the right word. It wasn’t like Davin and I were dating or anything like that. Granted, I talked to him more than I had with other guys I’d fucked, but sex didn’t equal a relationship just because talking got thrown in the mix. Right?

“It just makes me wonder,” Davin said, “if there’s other stuff he’s keeping from us.”

I finished the last of my chicken and glanced at the clock. Kasey would be coming back shortly, and Boyd wouldn’t have a break for another forty minutes, which meant the breakroom would be empty for a little while.

“Come with me.” I grabbed Davin’s hand.

“Where?” He followed me even as he asked the question.

“You need to clear your head.”

Kasey came out of the back room when we were still a couple feet away, and the grin she gave me said she suspected why I was taking Davin into the back. I narrowed my eyes at her but didn’t say anything. I had no doubt the two of us would talk at home.

Our breakroom wasn’t very big, but it had a fridge, a microwave, a small table, and three chairs, none of which were entirely comfortable, but for this purpose, they’d do just fine. I led Davin to one of the chairs and made him sit, then went back to the door to make sure it was closed.

“There’s no lock,” I said as I turned back to him, “but I think we’ve already established that a bit of exhibition doesn’t bother you.”

His eyes widened. “Linsey, you’re at work.”

I undid the buttons of my shirt while I walked toward him, loving the way his eyes followed the movements of my fingers. “You heard Kasey. I don’t technically work here.” I stopped when my knees brushed his, and he had to tilt his head back a little to look at me. “Besides, I’ve caught her in here with a woman more than once. She’s not going to bust me.”

I ran my fingers through his hair, and his eyes closed. He made a rumbling sound in the back of his throat, and I had to smile. His hands curled around my hips and tugged me toward him as he opened his legs to get me closer. Those strong arms wrapped around me, and he leaned into me, his cheek resting on my chest. The contented sigh that escaped both thrilled and terrified me.

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