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“But my personal assistant is Margo Dayton. She’ll be the only person you liaison with.”

“That sounds dirty.”

He shook his head. “Peasant.”

I scoffed. “Hey, look at me.”

His bright blue eyes locked on mine.

“I’m sorry about your folks. Really.”

He was searching my eyes.

“What?”

“You have sealed juvenile records, Detective.”

“I do.” I nodded. “You bump up against that wall when you were doing your background check on me?”

“I did.”

“And?”

“Do you think you would ever trust me enough to tell me about that?”

I didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes.”

He was very pleased; it was all over his face.

“No secrets between us.”

“No.” He was adamant. “Nothing.”

“Okay,” I said playfully. “Can I take you to eat?”

He whined, and it was adorable.

“Are you by any chance hungry, Mr. Sutter?”

He flopped over. “Oh my God, I’m about to starve to death.”

“Would you like me to feed you since it’s already a little after nine?”

“Please, kind sir. I’ll blow you for food.”

“I think I can get you to do it without payment,” I taunted.

“Ass!”

Yes, I was.

NINE

His driver’s name was Miguel Romero, and he had worked for Aaron a long time. The only reason I hadn’t officially been introduced to him before was that he’d been on vacation when Jory set me and Miguel’s boss up on our blind date. He had a month off every year because, otherwise, even when Aaron traveled, Miguel was the one there, driving him as well as protecting him. He was pleased to meet me, but also surprised, which I kind of liked. Apparently, Aaron had a normal type I did not fit at all, and that I was different was a source of interest.

I wasn’t stupid. I got that delicate, small men were his usual fare. I’d met Jory Harcourt, Sam Kage’s partner, on a number of occasions. He was five-nine, slender, fragile, and the kind of beautiful you stopped on the street to watch walk by. How Sam had swung that, I had no clue. He had muscles and height going for him, but not much else. There was no way Jory had traded up when he picked Sam over Aaron Sutter. It amazed me that after having a Jory, or some of the others, Aaron would have ever looked twice at a guy like me.

“What are you thinking?”