“Besides, Kevin wants it handwritten. He says computers are easy to steal from.”
“I’ll bet.” Levi had tried over the past several days to get Sara to open up, but she was making it damned difficult.
He needed to change tactics. Instead of inviting her out or making a pass, which he had done on Tuesday and got slapped for it, he needed to gain a connection.
“I’ve got to go home soon,” he murmured, searching for anything to say.
She looked surprised. “I thought you didn’t get along with your family?”
He didn’t really want to talk about his family, but he had opened that door and she had responded.
“I don’t. Well, I didn’t. But my dad called last Tuesday.” Levi released a deep sigh. “He’s got cancer.”
“Oh no,” her sea-colored eyes filled with worry. “I’m so sorry.”
“He’s sixty-four, so we’re hoping he can put it in remission.” He studied the swirling surface of his coffee, so when she touched him, it was a complete shock.
Her hand closed over his forearm and squeezed it, and he glanced up and met her gaze.
“They are doing amazing things with medicine nowadays,” she said.
“I know.” His voice came out roughly. “I just wish that I hadn’t missed all that time with him.”
“You can’t think that way. You’ll have plenty of time with him.”
He tentatively ran his fingers over the top of her hand, and she didn’t pull away.
To him, that was progress.
And he would take every little bit he could.
One week later…
Sara was nervous.
Tomorrow would be the night she would search Kevin’s office while he was out.
It was Thursday, and Kevin typically met Chester Wilson on Friday night. Sara knew that their meeting would be over drinks at a strip club, so the likelihood of Kevin coming back was slim.
Pushing her laptop slightly away, she grabbed her phone for something to do other than run her eyes over the sexy man in her booth. Levi never strayed far from her, but then that was a bodyguard’s duty, she thought a bit snidely.
Pulling up Shane’s number, she sent her brother a text message.
Sara: Hey, dork, I got a new phone.
Shane: It’s about damned time!
Sara: My last one was stolen. How are you doing? How’s the fam.
Shane: Same as always…ugh.
Sara frowned at her brother’s last message. The same meant that their adoptive parents were bullying him, and she was reminded of her mother’s threat to cut off Shane’s education funds.
Sara: How’s school?
Shane: About the same.
That probably meant that their mom hadn’t made a move to cut Shane off yet.