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"That's the basic idea."
"And you trust him?"
I ground my teeth. "Yes. Why, is there a problem with him?"
"No. He's funny, charming, really nice. He looks young though. Shouldn't you have like an old security guard that's been here since you were a child or something? Don't all billionaires have one of those?"
I chuckled softly as I led her into the penthouse. "Yes, I did have one of those, actually. He’s just too old to do the stuff now."
She rolled her eyes and laughed. "All right, fair enough."
"Is Rourke a problem? I'll replace him if he is.” Gabe wouldn't like it, but if he bothered her at all, I would make sure he didn't get a second chance.
She chewed her bottom lip as if she was afraid to ask me something. "There's something I need to go get. Something of my mother's. I might not have access to Connor, and I have no idea where he's gone, but if there are people looking for me, they are probably looking for these papers as well. I'll need to go through them and see if I can find any answers."
My brow furrowed. "What papers?"
"My mother had all these files. I just shoved them in a box that I left at my last foster home. I didn't want to think about them, but they might have a clue as to where my mother is."
I frowned. "If you tell me where they are, I'll send someone to retrieve them."
"No, my foster mother doesn't like strangers, and she'd roll the fucking door closed before they could even get a hold of them. I need to go myself."
"I don't like it."
"Trust me, I don't like it either, but I don't really have a choice. If I want to find my mother, I need those papers. So we're going to have to figure out a way to deal with that."
CHAPTER 18
KAYA
I double-checkedmy camera bag again. There was nothing worse than being out in the wild, when you felt prepared, you looked good, you were ready to roll, and then you didn't have a lens you needed.
When I’d scrubbed my apartment I grabbed a few pairs of clothes and my camera bag. So I had most of the things I needed. I did have some storage at school, which had been helpful to store the majority of my lenses, and I’d collected those after my meeting with Xander.
Saint came out of the main bedroom, barefoot and dressed casually. Had I ever seen him in jeans and a plain white T-shirt?
There was something so appealing about it. He looked good. Good enough to eat. Jesus. Why on earth did I ever agree to stay with him again? I didn't talk to men as good-looking as he was. Never. Ever. On purpose. Mostly because people tended to look at them and I was trying to be inconspicuous.
But Saint had become the man I could no longer avoid. I’d tried ever since our big announcement two days ago. I kept to myself. I’d done a lot of schoolwork because, let's face it, I had needed to catch up after all the excitement. But I had been able to mostly stay out of his way and I’d been in the library a lot.
All with an armed escort. But after forty-eight hours, he'd caught me off guard. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"
I lifted a brow. "Good morning to you too. Are you always grouchy or do you just need coffee?"
He sighed. "Sorry. Let's try that again. Good morning. Where are you off to? I thought we'd spend the day together."
I lifted my brow. "Why?"
"You know, things that couples do. Publicly so we're seen."
Of course, publicly. This wasn't about spending any time with me at all.
"I need to shoot today."
"Shoot?"
"I'm a photo journalism major, remember? Surely the giant camera bag has not escaped your attention. And I know you've probably had your men check me out."
