Evangeline understood why Sin wasn’t identified in the report. He wasn’t listed in any databases used for DNA matches. What she didn’t understand was her inability to view the complete profile on Dakota. All she could see was the following:
Name: Dakota Luck
Organization: Alpha
Status: Resigned
Everything else on the form had been redacted. She scrolled to the bottom and clicked “Continue” to view on the second page. The word, “REDACTED” popped up on the screen, prohibiting her from seeing that page and any subsequent pages.
Sin walked into the kitchen, leaned down, and kissed her. “You smell good,” he whispered in her ear.
She stroked his arms, leaned her head against him. “I didn’t want to wake you. You were sleeping so soundly.”
“I haven’t slept this well in decades. Must be the magic of Evangeline.” After pouring himself a cup of coffee, he sat beside her.
She smiled. “I had no idea I wielded that kind of power.”
“You, my love, haveallthe power.”
“If that’s the case, I want to talk to you about something.”
“You sound too damn serious for a Saturday.”
“Have you given any thought to what you’re going to do with the Uninhibited property?” she asked, swiveling toward him.
He studied her face. “No, but I have a feeling you have.”
“You own that property, right?”
“I do.”
“Rather than sell it, what about opening up a center?”
“What kind of center?”
She folded her hand over his and caressed his knuckles. “The Develin Center for Runaway Children.”
As he watched her fingers trail across his skin, he sighed. “That is a very weighty idea.”
Knowing he’d need time to mull, she closed with, “You would be helping so many children who might otherwise end up homeless or forced into trafficking. You’ve accomplished a lot to be proud of and you could make a huge difference for others.”
Leaning forward, he kissed her. “I have a feeling you are never going to stop challenging me. Thank you for always encouraging me to do better. I’ll give it some thought.”
She slid off the chair, draped her arms over his shoulders and kissed him like she meant it. “Thanks for hearing me out.”
“Always, babe.” His expression turned playful. “Now, I have a proposition foryou, Ms. Worthington.”
“I love when my man makes me an offer Icannotrefuse.”
“You’ve been working nonstop for weeks. It’s Saturday. Spend the day with me.”
“I’m all yours.”
“Good.” He glanced at the computer screen. “Why are you still looking at that report?”
“What’s Alpha?”
He shrugged. “No idea.”
