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“Okay let’s start again. How about we do it this way, I will name one of the museums who was targeted and burglarized, and you’ll tell me if you know anyone from there, okay?” Robert’s blue gaze held Will’s amber eyes. The steadying way he spoke calmed Will’s anxiety.
“Okay.” He let out a shaky breath.
“Museum of Florida History?” Robert started.
“Yes, Jacqueline D’costa Rivas,” Will answered.
“Lightner Museum?”
“Ernesto Durante,” Will replied.
“Cummer Museum?” Robert pressed.
“Yes... Wait, no. Or, well, I don’t know,” Will said. “It was Lance Holloway, but he was supposed to retire this year, and the museum never named their replacement.”
“We talked with Lance,” Robert reassured him. “How about Artis?”
Will nodded. “Silva Gallego.” This time he held up his hand. “All of these museums had break-ins?”
“Yes.” Robert sat forward. “There is something we’re missing. A link between the museums and someone who would have access to the artworks.”
“Security systems?” Will said.
Robert shook his head. “Though they’re all good in their own right, none of your protocols are the same. Nor were they installed by the same company.”
Will sat there for a moment wracking his brain, and then a thought struck him. “We all use the same transportation company.”
Robert tilted his head. “Repeat that.”
"We all use the same transportation company. It's like a courier service—Da Vinci Couriers—when we want to exchange paintings or a new piece needs to be brought in. They're licensed and bonded and have been around for years." Will scrunched up his face for a moment. "They also have a master code for the museum in case one of the pieces comes in after hours."
Robert wiped his mouth and threw his napkin on his plate. “Well, that settles it.”
“Settles what?” Will stared at him, unsure what Robert meant.
“You’re fucking amazing.”
A wild thrill shot through Will. "Oh please. I'm sure you would have figured out another avenue to try as well. If you hadn't said anything to me, I wouldn't have thought of it either."
“Stop selling yourself short, Will. You’re brilliant.”
Will soaked up the praise. “Thank you.”
“Play with me Friday night, at the club,” Robert said. “I know both of us will have a good time.”
Will jerked. He knew Robert was giving him time, but did he have an answer yet? He licked his bottom lip. What did he say? Yes meant trusting a Dom after his failure of a relationship with Tristan and also with another Dom. Saying no meant probably never seeing Agent Famosa after the case was closed and even at that, these little interludes would stop too. He didn't want them to stop. The war he'd been waging internally since seeing Robert at the club had tied him in knots. It wasn't like him to give up. So, why did he keep pushing himself away from the FBI agent?
“The storm’s rolling in,” he whispered. “I should be moving inland anyway.”
Robert’s eyes narrowed. His nostrils flared in interest. “Yes, it is.”
“Can I stay with you over the weekend?” Fuck... What was he doing? Robert offered him a night. He was taking a weekend. “Until the storm passes.”
“You’ll play with me at the club?” Robert cocked a brow.
“Well, I wouldn’t have asked about the weekend if I wasn’t saying yes,” Will snarked.
Robert grinned. “Sassy brat. I would enjoy a weekend with you. Is there anything I need to have prepared for you?”
