Chapter 9
Liam
“Thank you for taking my call. My friend said you were the best.” I got into the office early and called in some favors. I have a top security agent with the skills to get the answers I need. At least that’s what I’m told.
“Yes, Mr. Hart. Mr. Blake informed me you would need some documents on a specific person. Please provide me with the name, and I’ll see what I can do by this afternoon. Is there anything particular that you’re looking for?” he questions as if he’s taking my order at a restaurant.
I read off her name, and I don’t catch any sign that he’s surprised by the last name at all. He must be a true professional. “I want to compare her phone calls and to see if this number is in there. And also, if you could get her medical records for the last two years, that would be great.”
“Can do.”
“Thank you,” I say.
“Yes, sir.” We ended the call, and I have a good feeling about it. Now, I have to deal with getting Renee tied to me completely without much of a fuss. I understand that my father’s history, her parents’ tumultuous marriage, and then this whole debacle on top of our hostile first few days gives her pause, but I’m more serious than I’ve ever been on anything.
I need a ring, and to convince her that we’re meant to be. I knew that from the first moment I met her. It’s strange the way that life throws you some curveballs; the key is to know when to swing. Renee may think that this is temporary, but I’m not going to let her run from me.
I sit at my desk ruminating about all the things that made me fall in love with her. I think about the way she made dinner for me even though she had no idea I would eat it. I love the way she smiles and bites her lip. The way she stood up to me, even if it didn’t last long. How is it possible that my heart pounds wildly as if I just went on a ten-mile run from one look in her eyes? I think about her more than I should, and I never plan to stop.
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I’m about to leave the office and get home to my beauty and little brother when my phone rings. It’s my connection. Damn the man is fast. “I’ve got some interesting stuff for you. What email do you want it sent to?”
I read off a secure email then drag up the file on my computer. As soon as I read the contents, I’m pissed off. He’s been talking to her regularly for six months. I’m sure it’s way longer than that, but the bastard knew she was pregnant. I have a lot to consider. I need to know how far back their relationship goes.
A thought hits me why she never mentioned the baby. What if she thought it was his, then it turned out to be my father’s, so she dumped him off on me? I’m betting that’s what this was about. She got everything my bastard father gave her. I guess Max was more than she wanted to take. She’s going to lose everything, and so is that shady lawyer of mine.