Page 37 of Secret Triplets for Christmas

"Uh, yeah, Dad. I just… I have to go back to work for a bit. Turns out they can’t go a week without me.” I hated lying to him, but neither did I want to worry him and Mira.

My mind racedas I contemplated what Oliver could have learned. He must have done digging on his own because surely, Flynn would have told me if he’d had new information. I parked in the hotel garage and headed up to Oliver’s room.

When I knocked, the door opened revealing Oliver in jeans and a T-shirt. It had been his usual wear when I knew him five years ago, but he wore it so much better now. I could actually see the lines of his pecs. His biceps strained the sleeves. I gave my head a shake. I wasn’t here to notice how good Oliver looked now.

"Hey, Lindsay. Thanks for coming."

"Of course. What did you find out?"

“I wasn’t sure if I took you from dinner. Are you hungry? I can order room service.”

“No. Thank you.”

He gestured toward the small table set up in one corner of the room. “I have my notes here.”

I followed Oliver to the table where papers were spread out, covering the surface. I scanned the various documents, photos, and scribbles as I tried to make sense of it all.

“I went to where Liam and I grew up. There’s a pool hall there—”

“Frankie’s?”

He cocked his head to the side. “You know it?”

“Liam brought me once.”

Oliver’s expression hardened. “That is no place for a woman like you.”

I arched a brow. “Like me? Are you saying I’m too sheltered? Too delicate?”

“I always seem to offend you when I’m thinking the opposite.”

“It was my bad-girl phase. If it makes you feel better, Liam didn’t want to bring me there either. I just wanted to know him. All of him.”

Oliver nodded. “You love him.”

“At that time, yes.” Our gazes caught for a moment.

Energy crackled until Oliver turned away. “I saw Johnny, a guy Liam and I knew from foster care. He was once in the crew but is apparently out now, working a legit job with a family. He said that Liam ruffled a few feathers because he was a snitch.”

I frowned. “You mean like talking to the cops?”

“Yes. Then I talked to Darcy, who… well, that doesn’t matter.”

I smirked. “She’s the one who gave him his first blow job.”

Oliver gaped. “He told you that?”

I shook my head. “No. She did.”

Oliver continued to stare at me in shock.

“I told her that she must not be good at it since I was giving them to him now.”

He choked.

I laughed with embarrassment. Why was I telling him this? “I can’t believe I told you that.”

“I can’t either.”

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