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“MaKayla, she was where I needed to start. DNA works better when we have a base to start. I didn’t tell you to upset you,” he stated.
“I know. And you think this information will help in finding who my father was?” I asked.
“I do.”
“And how did you obtain mom’s DNA? I am sure she didn’t go to your office and give up her blood like I did,” I asked.
“No. I had obtained it at lunch,” I said.
“You got it yesterday and have the answer already?” I said surprised. He nodded. “I guess you do have friends in high places.”
“We help each other,” I said.
“The FBI doesn’t work on finding biological parents,” I stated.
“I don’t either,” he replied.
“What are you talking about? Of course, you do. That’s why I hired you,” I reminded him. He gripped the steering wheel but didn’t respond. “Damien, what aren’t you telling me?”
“I search for missing people.”
“You mean like missing parents?” I asked, still not fully understanding what he was trying to say.
“No. I search for people who have gone missing. Usually, it’s children, but I have also worked cases for abducted adults.”
I blinked several times comprehending what I just learned. “Damien, I don’t understand why you took this job. It’s not what you do.” If it were anyone else, I’d think he took it for the money. But I could tell just by looking into his eyes, he was not that kind of person. He was in the business of saving lives, not fucking people over.
“No, it’s not. But you need me.”
It was such a simple answer, and I should leave it at that. At least for now. The reason shouldn’t matter to me.All I should do is be grateful he had said yes. But there was something strange about all of this. I knew what I had seen before I reached out to him. “Damien, I had done hours of research, and I never saw anything like what you described that you do.”
He pulled into the hotel lot and put the car in park. “You emailed my brother, Draven. He is a private investigator. I happened to be out with him when he received your message. At that time, he thought I would be able to assist you.”
It made sense. I had addressed him only as Mr. Blaze. Easy enough to assume he was the person I had emailed. I hadn’t checked out Damien’s references or reviews. Hopefully, he is as skilled as he appears to be.
All I could do was nod. Damien turned off the car, got out, and walked to open my door. “You don’t have to do that. This isn’t really a date,” I said.
“Maybe I’m really a gentleman,” he replied.
Smiling up at him, I gave him my hand and got out. Damien held my hand all the way to my hotel room. I wasn’t about to invite him inside. Not just because I was sharing a room with my mother, but because I didn’t need things to get any more complex than they were.
“Thank you for the nice ride. Not that we needed another one after spending the entire day in the car already,” I teased.
He reached up and brushed a stray hair from my face and said, “It was my pleasure.”
Damien leaned over and kissed me. I sucked in my breath, unprepared for the sweet contact. Slipping my arms up around his neck, I kissed him back. His lips were warm and so damn delicious. I could feel heat flooding through my veins.
Pulling myself closer to him, I felt him tense, and then he broke the embrace.
What the hell?
I stepped back and said, softly, “I...I should go inside.”
“I’ll see you in the morning, honey.” He gave me another quick kiss, then turned and left me standing at my door.
I watched as he walked away. Part of me hated the night ending so soon, but this wasn’t a date, and if we stayed in that hallway any longer, I might have forgotten that.
Once he was out of view, I reached into my purse and searched for my keycard to go inside. I didn’t find it right away and hoped I hadn’t left it on the dresser. The last thing I wanted to do was knock on my own hotel door and wake my mother.
