Page 32 of A Dangerous Kind of Love

“Turned off around two,” Luca says. “The last signal was at his house.”

In the kitchen, the whole house is dark and silent around me.

“Car’s still there too, I assume.”

“Yes, Boss.”

That means Donnelly didn’t panic and run. He was removed.

“Get Marco inside the house,” I say. “I want eyes on everything before the police stumble into it.”

“Understood,” Luca says.

“And Luca.”

“Yes, Boss.”

“Pull the bank records Marco started on yesterday. I want every transaction from the last month.”

“Yes, Boss. He’s pulling up now,” Luca says.

“Tell him to start outside. I want the street, the driveway, the house—everything documented before anyone moves a thing.”

“Yes, Boss.”

“And find out who Donnelly spoke to yesterday.”

“You think someone leaned on him?”

“I know someone did.”

“Hey.”

Katie’s voice comes from behind me. I glance over my shoulder. She’s standing in the dark hallway, one hand on her hip. Her hair is even wilder than it was a few minutes ago.

“Hey,” I say. “Go back to bed.”

She ignores that completely and walks over, sliding her arms around my waist and resting her head against my chest.

“What are you doing?” she murmurs.

I raise the phone so she can see it. She throws a hand over her mouth.

Sorry, she mouths, stepping back.

“It’s okay,” I say. “Just work stuff. I’ll be there in a minute.”

She nods and walks back down the hall. I wait until the bedroom door closes before putting the phone back to my ear.

“Boss?”

“Don’t,” I say flatly. “Call me when you have something useful.”

I hang up. Both hands brace against the counter as I take a breath. The boss stays in the kitchen. When I go back to her, I’m just Michael.

When I get back into bed, she catches my arm and pulls it around her waist. I don’t stop her. She’s gotten very comfortable in the last twenty-four hours.

The first night in that bar I decided she belonged to me. It didn’t take her long to return the favor.