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Kimmy’s like a hound when it comes to cyber-stalking. I don’t know how she does it, but she finds out everything. I’m not sure if it’s because her parents are cops and it runs in her blood, or if she just really loves the gossip, but she’s always been like this. She’d be the first to dig into any guy we were interested in back in school, finding out even the most obscure dirt within minutes.
“What’s his full name?” Kimmy looks up at me expectantly. I can barely make out her eyes behind the huge sunglasses, but I can picture the devilish gleam in her eye.
“Killian Scarano.”
Kimmy’s fingers go flying, swiping and jabbing across the screen like a fiend. She has his social pulled up in seconds, eyes scanning the page. She gives a low whistle. “Damn, he looks just as good online as he does in person.”
Sadie leans over her shoulder to get a look. “Oh,” she breathes, eyes going wide.
I stifle the irritation that shoots through me. “Did you find anything?”
Kimmy flashes the screen in my direction. His dark hair curls over his forehead, Superman-style, gray eyes gazing back at the camera dangerously, looking like a headshot that belongs in a magazine rather than on social media. My heart skips a beat as my eyes trace the sharp edge of his jaw and the hard set of his shoulders. Kimmy’s right—he is stupidly hot.
My mind flashes back to dinner, to his fingers trailing up my thigh as if it was normal. For him, it probably was. My thighs pressed together under the table, the memory of his touch sending a flare of heat at my core.
“Let me just take a looksie,” Kimmy mutters, jerking the phone back towards her again.
“What exactly are you looking for?” I ask, curious.
“Places he’s tagged—that’ll tell us how he likes to spend his free time—exes, posts he’s shared, etcetera, etcetera.”
“Yeah,” I tell her slowly, “I’m not sure he’ll have much on his—”
“Got something!”
I have to hold myself back from jumping over the table to look. Sadie’s eyes grow bigger at the sight of whatever is on the phone. “Is this his ex?”
Kimmy tilts her head down to look over her sunglasses. “Eh. She’s alright.”
“Alright? She’s gorgeous.”
“Who?” I strain over the table to get a look. Kimmy and Sadie exchange quick glances.
“Are you sure you want to see it?” Sadie asks lightly, but I can see the small smile on her face.
I huff, crossing my arms until Kimmy passes me the phone. I snatch it away, my eyes glued to the screen. A pretty redhead peers back at me, pressed against Killian’s cheek. His arm is around her shoulders, the flash of the camera illuminating their smiles. They must have been in a club. The room is dark behind them, with flashes of light from a strobe above their heads. I check the geotag at the top.
The Salamander.
I’d never seen Killian smile like that before. He looks relaxed. Happy even. I’m guessing this was taken before he’d become underboss. His cheeks were flushed, dark hair messy and slightly plastered against his forehead as if he’d been dancing the night away. My eyes snag on the girl again. She looks to be around his age. Her hair is so red it blazes beneath the flash, her skin perfectly tan. Thick black lashes frame brilliantly blue eyes.
Without a word, I hand the phone back to Kimmy, who continues her sleuthing. She clicks and swipes through another page. “Seems like he dated this chick for a while. Like maybe five or six years? He never posted anything about her, but her profile is literally an open book.”
“What’s her name?” I ask, unable to help myself.
“Blair Carrington?”
“Carrington?” Sadie frowns. “Like Carrington Solar? That Carrington?”
“Seems like it.”
I shrug. “So she has money.” That doesn’t really surprise me. I know Killian hangs out with the elite and powerful.
“Well, I don’t think you have to worry about her,” Kimmy told me. “I think they broke up like two years ago or so. Then she went off to Italy—no, wait.” She pulled up another picture. “Looks like she’s back.”
She shows me the screen again, and I glance at the geotag again. The Salamander. Seems like that’s her usual hunting grounds.
“This hasn’t really told me anything I didn’t already know about him,” I point out. “I know he used to party a lot. And looking up past girlfriends doesn’t give me much insight.”
