Page 30 of BounBound By Scars

His eyes scanned the room, flicking between Seb, Zane, and then finally me.

“It’s not even the big red button for the Doom Switch. Not even a last name. It is, however, the name of a catering company.”

Zane frowned. “A catering company?”

Seb, Zane, and I probably shared the same incredulous expression because Kabir quickly left the room.

When he returned, his laptop was in hand, and he set it down right next to me.

Right. Fucking. Next to me.

As he bent forward to show us whatever the hell he had found, hisclothedarm grazed against myclothedshoulder.

And yet, the zap that tore through my entire body made me momentarily dizzy.

This is stupid.

It was just a fucking shoulder touch.

My mind betrayed me anyway, conjuring unwanted comparisons.

Even Sebastian’s hands, when they had traced over mybarewaist, didn’t bring this kind of reaction.

Clothed shoulder versus bare waist.

I’m losing my goddamn mind.

Seb shot out of his chair, moving around his desk to join us.

“There,” Kabir pointed at the screen. A spreadsheet was open, detailing an event budget.

“That’s the budget sheet for a previous closed event at the White House.” He paused. “Romlinson Signatureis a company that’s been serving the White House for the last—you guessed it—seven years.”

Kabir stepped back and started pacing.

Zane and Seb were still locked onto the screen, something brewing behind their eyes.

Then, Kabir suddenly stopped.

“Zane, look into what other events they usually cater to.” His face twisted in disbelief. “Why the hell would they create a fuckingcateringcompany?”

Zane whistled, already typing something into his phone. “Romlinson Signatureis worth… hold your breath… $2.7 billion.”

Kabir and Zane chuckled.

Seb’s exasperated sigh cut through their amusement. “Great work, Kabir. You guys get on it. Find the other events they cater to. Their location, the equipment they have, their staff, the security they hire, everything. Fuck! Even find the food they fucking serve. There has to be something that will get us some answers.”

Zane was the first to leave, already diving into his task.

But Kabir lingered.

I didn’t know what he was waiting for.

Hell, I didn’t even know whatIwas waiting for.

As I stood up, Seb’s arm wrapped around my waist. His face dipped low, lips brushing my ear.

“Let’s get some rest as you ordered, sweetheart.”

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