“You know damn well it was a woman, so cut the act, Kill. And yes. We had a night of the hottest fucking sex I’ve ever had and then this morning… poof.”
“Poof?”
“Yeah. Poof. She just disappeared in the middle of the night. I might think I’d imagined it except she left her panties behind.”
Killian rolled his eyes. “Ah, well. At least you’ll have your memories.”
“Oh, I plan to have more than my memories. I’m going to track her sexy ass down and teach her what happens to naughty babygirls who disappear on their Daddies.”
He hadn’t realized Killian's brows could actually go higher, but they somehow managed to. “Daddy, huh? That’s a new one for you.”
“What can I say, you must be rubbing off on me.”
At that, Killian grinned, wide and smug. “About time. Do you have any leads?”
“Had one, didn’t pan out. But I’ll find her.”
“Between you and Tiernan, I have no doubt. Speaking of, have the two of you made any headway on our hacker?”
“No.” And it was still an itch under his skin that whoever the hacker was, he’d managed to evade them for this long. “Not a fucking trace of him. It’s like he’s a goddamn ghost.”
“Well then hire an exorcist. I’m getting a bit tired of moving our money around, and with the feds breathing down our necks the last thing I need is them taking a hard look at our finances.”
Irritation crawled up his spine, but he shrugged it off. It wasn’t Killian’s fault he was feeling antsy because the love of his life had given him the slip and he’d failed not one but two assignments he’d been given. “Sure thing, boss.”
Some of his irritation must have come through in his voice though, because Killian sighed and rubbed at his forehead. “Sorry. I’m feeling out of sorts because things aren’t going our way right now, but I shouldn’t be taking it out on you. If you say the hacker’s a fucking ghost, then he’s a ghost.”
The apology went a long way toward soothing his own irritation. “Just because he’s a ghost doesn’t mean he can’t be found. We’ll get him.”
“I appreciate you. Get out of here and go see if you can’t track down your mystery girl.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. Rising from his chair, he gave Killian a nod and strode from the office. He’d just started the engine on the ‘vette when his phone rang and his twin’s face appeared on the screen.
“I’m on my way with the fucking car, you impatient bastard,” he snarled at the screen built into the car’s dash.
“Good, but that’s not why I’m calling.” Amusement tinged his brother’s voice. “I have a much more pressing question.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“Why the fuck am I being tagged in a post with a picture of you in bed with my ex-girlfriend’s daughter?”
Daisy
* * *
As expected, her mother called within five minutes of the post going live. Daisy ignored the first three calls, ten texts, and one screaming voicemail.
Swiping open her app, she grinned at the picture and accompanying caption.
I finally got to call him Daddy.
She was pretty fucking proud of that one, considering how many times her mother had lamented what a good father he would have made. And it wasn’t even a lie, considering that was the only thing she’d actually called him all night.
At the fourth call, she finally gave in and answered the phone, doing her best to ignore the absolute pounding of her heart against her ribs. “Hello, Mother.”
“What the fuck, Margaret?”
Daisy grimaced. She hated her given name, and her mother damn well knew it. Which was exactly why she chose that over the nickname her grandmother had given her as a child when she was pissed or just wanted to get under Daisy’s skin. “Funny, I’m pretty sure that’s exactly the question I asked you when I walked in you fucking my fiancé in my bed.”
