“I wasn’t always this put-together lady you see in front of you today,” she explained, fidgeting with her hands. “I made questionable decisions in college.”
“That’s part of the college experience,” I said in a soothing tone. “You were a normal kid. Do you know anyone from college who would want to cause you harm?” I asked as I tapped the pen against the paper, wishing I could take notes.
She shook her head, slowly bringing her eyes to mine. “Not that I can think of, but obviously, there’s someone.” She said the last word with a look that let me know she thought I wasn’t the brightest light bulb in the fixture.
“I promise I’ll find the person,” I said, dropping the pen on the paper. “I’ll need access to your e-mail or any other means of communication they’ve used to reach you. Also, I’ll need you to make a list of your known associates from college.”
“I don’t know,” she said as her eyes shifted.
“Listen, Ms. True. The only thing that matters to me is solving your case and having you walk away satisfied.”
She stared at me as her lips parted.
I cleared my throat, shifting in my seat. “A satisfied customer. That’s what I meant.” I settled back in my chair and smirked.
She swallowed hard as her eyes dipped to my hands. “Fine, Morgan.”
Not only did her attitude ooze from her body, it slipped from her lips like it was part of her. There wasn’t one piece of her that didn’t exude class or social status. I was the grunt in this situation, and she didn’t let that fact slide.
“I’ll gather the information for you and have it delivered to your office,” Race said as she looked back up at the motion of the approaching server.
The bartender placed Race’s meal in front of her and asked if I wanted anything, but I waved her off.
“If you trust someone enough to bring it on your behalf,” I said as I stood, not letting her off the hook so easily.
“Fuck,” she whispered. “I don’t. I’ll bring it to your office in a day or so. Where are you going?” she asked, pressing her lips together.
“I gotta get back to the office. You enjoy your lunch, Ms. True.” I threw enough to cover the bill on the bar. “I look forward to working with you.”
“I’ll see you in a couple of days, Mr. DeLuca, but I’m more than capable of paying for my own lunch.”
Jesus, she was a stubborn.
“I know, but I got it.” I didn’t add anything else as I started to stride away. “See you in a couple of days, Race,” I said over my shoulder, taking in her beauty one more time.
Race True was used to getting her way.
I’d take every chance to remind her that I was in charge of this investigation. I might have been working on her behalf, but shit was going to go down the way I wanted it to go.
If I failed, her life could be ruined and I could be out of a job before I’d even started.
Chapter Six
Secrets
Race
For two days, I thought about nothing buthim.
Morgan DeLuca was a cocky son of a bitch, but there was something about him that had me fantasizing about him.
He was a bossy prick. I knew the type from working in the corporate world, but Morgan had a kindness in his eyes.
I couldn’t forget his face. His distinctive features would be forever etched in my brain.
I don’t mean just a guy I’d give a second look to when walking by.
He had the package.
