Page 46 of Loving a Billionaire

“Good. And now that we have that out of the way, there’s one more thing I want to discuss.”

“What’s that?”

“This.” He closed the space between them and placed his lips on hers. She sucked in a quick breath, but within moments, she relaxed. As she moved her lips back and forth with his, he slipped an arm around her waist. He knew this wasn’t the place to make-out, even though it would be enjoyable. But he just needed a kiss. This one – as short as it was – would suffice for now.

He pulled away, adjusted his seat, and pulled on his seatbelt. “Where to next?”

“Back to the station. We have some evidence to go over, again, and more people to interview today.”

He nodded. “Excellent plan.”

Deep in his heart, he knew things would work out with him and Talia. All they needed was to communicate better.

SIXTEEN

Voices of Austin’sboard members filled the room in heavy discussion about the upcoming takeover, but Austin couldn’t concentrate. He hadn’t stopped thinking about Talia, especially now that she told him about being a police detective. Why hadn’t he seen that coming? Apparently, she was a really good actress... or he was extremely naïve.

Part of him wanted to trust her with all of his heart, but there was always that niggle of doubt in the back of his mind. Life’s experiences taught him that the task force treated wealthy people differently. For some reason, they had it in their minds that wealthy people tend to ignore the law. Austin worried Talia would have this attitude, as well.

Why he had fallen so fast and hard for this amazing woman, he didn’t know. It would certainly break his heart if he couldn’t trust her.

Yesterday, he’d wanted to confess something to her about his relationship with Kalama Kane, but once Talia had admitted her true identity, he didn’t dare say anything. Not now. Not until he knew without a doubt, that he could trust her.

And then there was the problem with Kurt Hamill. Austin would never trust that particular cop. Austin had learned a long time ago who was trustworthy and who would stab him in the back with a sharp blade. Kurt Hamill was the type of man who would run Austin over in a car, and then back up and drive over him again, just for pure satisfaction.

Finally, at long last, the board meeting ended. Austin stuffed his files inside his leather briefcase and moved away from the table. He didn’t want to chat with the others, so he made his apologies and quickened his step, hurrying out of the building. Just before reaching his charcoal colored, classic 911 SC Porsche, his cell rang. He checked the caller ID. What was Ariki calling him for?

“Hello,” Austin answered.

“Hey. Can you talk?”

“Briefly. What’s up?”

“I have another girl I want to set you up with.”

Austin grinned. “Thanks for thinking about me, but I’m good.”