Page 66 of A Billionaire Dom

Linsey

I wasn’tsure how long we’d been wrapped up in each other, but when we finally came up for air, I had rug burns, aching muscles, and was in serious need of a shower.

But first…

“In the interest of us being honest with each other, I have some things you need to know.”

Davin tucked some hair behind my ear. “You want to talknow?”

“Trust me,” I said, “this isn’t the type of thing that’ll get easier to talk about the more we put it off.”

He frowned and sat up. “Are you okay?”

I sighed. “Okay is a relative term.” I kissed his shoulder. “This, here, between us, this is better than okay. What I need to talk to you about…I honestly don’t know if it’s okay or not.”

“That sounds like it’s not a clothing optional discussion.” He leaned over and kissed my temple. “Let’s at least get some semblance of clothes on, and then we can talk. One step at a time.”

I nodded. It sounded like a good plan. One step at a time.

I grabbed his shirt and pulled it on, wanting something that was easy to wear and covered most of me. Besides, I liked having his scent wrapped around me. After he finished doing up his pants, he turned toward me, eyebrows going up when he saw I’d stolen his shirt.

He reached out and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling me to him. “I like the look of you in my clothes.”

I put my hands on his bare chest. “And I like the look of you in only half your clothes.”

He leaned down to give me a brief kiss. “Let’s talk.”

It was time.

I took his hand and led him down the hall.

“We’re talking in your bedroom?” He sounded as amused as he was surprised. “Seems backwards, don’t you think? We had sex in the living room, and now we’re going to talk in the bedroom?”

“There’s something there I need to show you.” I didn’t bother trying to explain because he’d see it in a few seconds, and it’d be easier for him to hear and see at the same time.

I opened my bedroom door and stepped out of the way to allow Davin to see the entire wall. “I’ve never told you what I do. I can’t sayfor a livingbecause I don’t get paid for it…well, not exactly, anyway. But there is something I use a particular skill set to do.”

“What is all this?” He didn’t sound angry, which I took as a positive thing.

“I’m a hacker.”

He did a funny double take. “Excuse me?”

“There’s a whole story about how I got into it and how I got to what I’m doing with it now, but the part you need to know now is that I investigate cold cases in ways that cops can’t.”

“Like a PI?”

I shook my head. “Not exactly since it’s not like I have a license or anything official. I mostly get information in illegal ways and anonymously get it to the cops.”

Understanding dawned on his face. He pointed at the wall. “This is a case you’re working on.”

I swallowed hard. “It is.”

He turned his attention back to the wall. “And that’s where you found my grandfather’s name?”

“The afternoon before we met, I wrote a list of some of Houston’s missing-person cold cases. One of them was from more than twenty-five years ago. A woman named Heidi Titan vanished. She worked at Holden Enterprises at the time she disappeared.”

“That’s why you went to Royd Kichner? Because an employee of my grandfather’s went missing more than two decades ago?”

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