“I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” I reached forward, cupping her cheek to get a better look, but the blood was gushing out too fast to see the wound. I’d gotten her pretty good.
While I couldn’t stop apologizing, Dom couldn’t have given less of a fuck. She stormed through the shop toward the door, phone ringing in her pocket and her face drained of all color. “Put your dick away. Shop’s closed.”
Maybe it was walking in on her apparent arch nemesis trying to make out with her roommate but Dom seemed utterly haunted as she zipped toward the garage door. Without any warning, she shut off the lights, leaving us completely in the dark as she got into her car and answered the call.
I had a feeling it wasn’t entirely about our PDA.
“What a fucking bitch.” I muttered, heat pulsing through my veins.
But used to Dom’s bullshit, Leo simply pulled her collar up to stem the blood and strode across the shop to flip the lightswitch. By the time the lights flickered back on, the cotton had soaked through crimson.
My stomach turned at the sight. “Fuck, Leo. Do we need to get you to a hospital?”
Pulling the cotton away just long enough to examine it, Leo shook her head. “I’m literally a doctor, Kier. Give me five minutes with the first-aid kit, and I’ll be fine.”
Grabbing a red kit from one of the shop shelves, Leo walked across the shop and ducked into a bathroom around back. But as I watched her walk, my eyes caught on something that made my heart rate spike.
The office door: in her rush to leave, Dom had left it open.
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As soon asthe bathroom door closed, I knew I didn’t have long. If I was going to run into Dom’s office, I had to movenow.
“Fuck.” I grumbled, for once annoyed by my curiosity as I sprinted toward the glass room. Slipping past the door, I flicked on the overhead lights.
I couldn’t make it three seconds without lifting my head to check on Leo’s progress. The cut was bad, but there was no telling how long it would take Doctor Callahan to clean it out and patch it up to her liking.
This is my only shot to see what Dom is hiding.
Trying to take comfort in that certainty, I grabbed the worn metal handles of Dom’s filing cabinet. She was always toying around in there, grabbing shit and spending hours looking at whatever was inside.
But as I thumbed through the files, it was just folder after folder of client names. Inside, pictures of their cars, VIN numbers, maintenance receipts.Burns, Kennedy.The DA’s kid. They’d serviced their green Kawasaki at Lucky Strike a few months ago.
Then my finger caught on Stone, Xander. Maserati, gray. Car chase resulting in near totaled car. A detailing job a few weeks before that. I knew what that meant.
My head whipped around to the bathroom door, still shut.
Time’s running out.
Zipping through the rest of the filing cabinet, my search came up empty. All of it was just nefarious client files. Suspicious but nothing that implicated Dom in anything bigger than whatever The Oracle would put them up to.
But Dom had to be hiding something, even Leo and Spencer thought she was acting odd.
I moved to the desk, flinging open the top drawer. A mess of pens, sticky notes, and paper clips came flying forward. Moving my hand through the mess, taking in glimpses of the notes, I didn’t find anything interesting.
She could just be some asshole millionaire.
Shaking my head, I knew that wasn’t right. Dom was living in a decaying mansion, one whose records had been completely sealed. There had to be a reason she didn’t want me in her house.
Then I pulled at the side drawers. More paperwork, a picture of Dom, Leo, and Spencer at a beach. Standing at the center of the picture, Dom posed with her arms crossed — a reluctant grin teasing the corners of her pouting.
All of them were shirtless as they gestured to the sand around them. They looked happy. Like a family.
Was I tearing them apart?
A wave of guilt washed over me.
