Page 36 of Her Big Fat Hunky Billionaire Boss

“I’ll take full responsibility if she comes in while we’re in there.”

Kat followed him inside. “If she comes in, I’m using you as a human shield.”

He chuckled. “Deal.” Damian pulled out Lydia’s chair and motioned for Kat to sit in it.

She shook her head. “Oh, no. I’m not sitting there. If she comes in, she’ll fire me on the spot if she sees me in her chair.”

Damian sat down and pulled out a drawer on the desk. “I won’t let her fire you.”

Kat’s gaze snapped to his. “You won’t let her fire me? Are you promising me job security? Does that mean you’re not closing the newspaper?”

Damian sighed. He had no clue why he’d said that. He was letting his emotions for Kat get to him. He couldn’t promise her anything. In his heart, he knew he was going to close the newspaper. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to admit it to her. He rubbed his forehead. “I don’t know what I’m doing yet.”

Kat leaned against the filing cabinet. “I see.”

They searched through the drawers and the file boxes finding nothing personal. Nothing incriminating. Nothing to suggest Lydia even knew his father. “What’s in this locked drawer?” Damian asked, tugging on it.

Kat shrugged and sat on the desk. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s where she keeps all her photos of her secret lovers.”

“Funny.” Damian searched through the other drawers, looking for the key. All he found were loose paperclips and rubber bands, and an old cough drop wrapper. “Do you think she taped the key under the desk?”

Kat scoffed. “You watch too many movies. Try thinking like a busy woman who runs a newspaper. She’d want it handy, so she could get into her drawer easily.”

“How do you know that?”

Kat pointed to a nail on the wall with a key hanging on it, a smirk on her face. “I looked up.”

Damian grabbed the key and fit it into the lock. The drawer slid open. A stash of candy bars lay in the bottom of the otherwise empty drawer.

Kat let out a laugh. “She’s a closet junk food junkie.”

Damian frowned and locked the drawer back up. He hung up the key, sat back, and threaded his fingers together. “How would you continue this investigation, new reporter?”

She squinted at him. “If I find the information you need, are you going to promote me?”

No. He was still going to shut down the place. But he pretended to consider it. “Maybe.”

“Then let’s do some real digging. Come on.” She hopped off the desk and walked out of Lydia’s office. He stood back while she locked Lydia’s door.

“We’re not going to find anything in here,” Kat said. “Let’s try some super sleuthing.”

“What does that mean?”

They went outside and Kat motioned to her car. “Let’s go get my laptop. We’ll Facebook stalk her.”

That might work. Damian got out his keys. “I’d better follow you. I don’t want my rental sitting here altering Lydia that I was here digging around.”

“That’s fine.”

He followed her to an older part of town where the homes were well established. Kat pulled in front of a two-story bungalow with a one-car garage. He parked behind her. When they entered, a wonderful smell enveloped him. “Did you bake something this morning?”

Hilary came into the living room. Her hair was up in a messy bun and she wore a long nightshirt. She gave him a raised eyebrow look before smiling. “Hey, Damian. Nice to see you. I’m so glad my sister told me she was bringing you over so I could get dressed.” She tossed Kat a glare.

“You live with Kat?”

“No,” Kat said. “She just bakes here. And sometimes spends the night.” Kat smiled sweetly at her sister, that same look Damian had grown to recognize as dangerous. “What are you making?”

“Stuff for the fundraiser this afternoon. You didn’t forget about it, did you? I told them you would be there.”

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