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“No one will hear it from me.” She paused. “Your parents?”

I shrugged. “They were both junkies, and caught up in dealing drugs. Eventually, I ran.” A few times I’d been tempted to find them, but I’d decided to let the past stay in the past. They were nothing to me.

“God.” She squeezed my hand again. “Kavner.”

I didn’t see pity in her eyes, just compassion. And a look like she was moving puzzle pieces around and making them fit.

She straightened. “If you find out anything about Platinum Holdings, pass it along.”

I smiled. “Of course.”

She picked up the files and continued scanning the auction records. While she did, I sent a text to Reath’s main tech guy, Lincoln, asking him to look into Platinum Holdings.

Then, she straightened. “Jesus, you bought something for two million dollars.”

“I did. A stunning Giacometti bronze. It’s in my penthouse. I would have showed you the other night if you’d stuck around.”

“Platinum Holdings purchased a painting at the same auction. A Warhol.”

“I remember the painting…” I frowned. “I don’t remember who bought it, but I was there that day.”

“Really? If I can check Brennan’s CCTV, we might be able to identify who purchased it for Platinum. Would you take a look?”

“Sure.”

A glint filled her eyes. London liked the thrill of the chase, just like I did.

“I need to get back to the office.” She rose.

I needed to get back to the office as well. My assistant, Austin, would be starting to panic. Still, I felt strangely reluctant to say goodbye. I gave myself a mental shake. I was happy to enjoy an attraction, but I never let anyone except my brothers become too important.

I spun and she bumped into my chest.

“Careful.” I cupped her elbow.

Her gaze locked on my throat. Her perfume was something crisp today, with lime undertones.

She didn’t pull away, and my heartrate picked up.

“Are you going to thank me for my help?” I said quietly.

“Thank you.” She looked up. “Why do you have to smell so good?”

“Would you prefer I smell bad?”

She rolled her eyes and pressed a palm to my chest. My gut tightened, and it suddenly felt like it was only the two of us. No one else in the world existed.

“I keep telling myself to stay away from you,” she whispered.

“I can’t seem to stop wanting to see you.”

She blew out a breath. “We should go.”

Neither of us moved.

“Dammit,” she muttered. Her hand twisted in my shirt, and she pulled me closer.

Her mouth hit mine.

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