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more than me.
    Before long we were pulling in front of a shiny building with the 4N logo on it. Foster pulled into a reserved spot close to the front and helped me out of the car. “Wow, you get your own spot and everything. Fancy.”
    He smirked. “Watch the mocking tone, angel. I’m not opposed to locking my office door and reminding you to be respectful. My desk is the perfect height to bend you over for a spanking.”
    I stuck my tongue out at him and he reached up, quick as a flash, and pinched my tongue between his thumb and forefinger.
    I gasped—or well, it would’ve been a gasp had I had a tongue in working order.
    “Not very nice.” He bent his head close and gave my tongue a little pinch before releasing it.
    “Sorry,” I whispered.
    “Sure you are.” He smiled and slid his hand around the back of my neck to claim my mouth in a heated kiss. His tongue massaged mine where he’d pinched, stroking against it with sensual hunger. My blood went hotter than the coffee in my hands, and I whimpered into the kiss. He broke away after another second and grabbed one of my hands, curling my fingers around the erection tenting his pants. “You’re a hazard to bring to work. You’re getting me hard already.” He stroked my hand along his cock, then released me. “Quick, ask me something decidedly unsexy so we can actually get out of the car without me stabbing anyone.”
    I took a breath, trying to get my own responses back in check, and glanced at the building again. “What does 4N stand for?”
    I could sense his mood shift instantly in the dip of his brow. His erection flagged almost immediately. Damn, apparently I’d chosen the most unsexy question ever. “It means ‘For Neve.’ Neve was my sister’s name.”
    “Oh,” I said quietly.
    He blew out a breath and conjured up some version of a smile. “Okay, that totally worked. Guess it’s safe to head in now.”
    “Right.” We both climbed out of the car, the ebullient mood from before ebbing drastically.
    Once we made our way to the entrance of the building, Foster pulled open the glass door and let me in. The woman at the large rounded desk at the forefront of the modern lobby stood as soon as we were both inside. “Good morning, Mr. Foster.”
    “Good morning, Alexis,” he said, his smile polite. “Nice weekend?”
    “Yes, sir. Thank you.”
    The redhead smiled with open curiosity at me, but Foster didn’t bother to introduce us. He kept walking toward a set of elevators as I let my gaze trail over the shiny plaques that seems to line the perimeter of the lobby. “What are all these for?”
    He glanced over to see what I was referring to. He shrugged. “Awards. Thank-yous.”
    Thank-yous to a tech company? That seemed odd.
    But when we rode the elevator up to the top floor, I realized quickly that Foster’s company was not your average widget builder. Along the main wall heading toward his office, there were photos of children and the occasional adult. All with their names and dates and times at the bottom. I paused at the last one—a photo of a little girl with very familiar blue eyes. I touched the letters on the frame.
Neve Juliette Foster
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    Foster stopped his stride and paused with me.
    “She’s beautiful,” I said, my heart twisting in my chest as my fingers ran over the date.
Age 5—Missing since July 1990
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    “Yeah,” he said softly. “She was.”
    I didn’t miss the past tense he’d used, and I leaned into him. “What are the other photos for? Are they all missing, too?”
    He slid a hand onto my lower back, standing next to me at the wall of photos. “No, those are our happy stories. 4N creates devices and apps to help track children, so that if they disappear, parents can have a tool to find them. We’ve saved a lot of kids with it, and even a few Alzheimer’s patients who have wandered off. These are our successes. The people who we helped.”
    I looked at him then back at the substantial amount of pictures, each