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face buried in my hair. His arms tightened around me. “Thank you,” he whispered.
    “Any time.” My voice sounded hoarse and I reached for my wine, taking another sip of it before I changed the subject. “What are you going to do?” I asked him, knowing I didn't need to elaborate as to what I was talking about.
    “Give the name to Kowalski.” His breath tickled my cheek as he spoke. “That’s the investigator. I’ll call him tomorrow.”
    “Call him now,” I suggested. I angled my head up and studied him. “You’ll feel better once you do.”
    Resting my hand on his chest, I waited for him to respond.
    Instead of saying anything, he shifted around, removing one arm from around my waist. From the corner of my eye, I could see him holding his phone. He used his thumb to pull up the contacts and scroll until he found a number. I listened to the one-sided conversation and then looked up when Dominic said, “Hold on. I’m not sure…” He glanced down at me. “When is my schedule free tomorrow?”
    “You don’t ask for much, do you? The sun, the moon, the stars…” I sighed and leaned forward, grabbing my own phone. After a moment, I found pretty much what I’d expected. “You’re free after five-thirty.”
    “Thanks.” He started talking to the investigator again. “How about six?” Then he fired off the address to the penthouse.
    I blew out a breath and tried to figure out if having an investigator over to the house was something that required dinner…or just hors d’oeuvres. Or if it required my presence at all.
    He hung up a few minutes later and wrapped both arms around me. As he rested his chin on my shoulder, he answered my unasked question. “I want you there tomorrow.”
    “I'll be there,” I promised. I felt some of the tension ease from his body.
    After a moment, he spoke again, “I don’t think my mother knew—Jacqueline, I mean.”
    “She is your mother.” I didn’t let the personal dislike of the woman show in my voice. She might be an ice-edged bitch, but she did love her son. She’d stood by him when others hadn’t and she done what she could to make him safe, to make him feel safe after a terrible trauma. For that, I could put up with a lot of shit from her. “Whether she gave birth to you or not, she’s loved you as her son for almost three decades, Dominic.”
    “I know.” He kissed my shoulder. “I don’t think she knew. She’s manipulative. She can be cruel. She’s very self-centered. But she’s not self-destructive and while she’s too caught up in her own worldview to see outside of it, she wouldn’t be deliberately cruel, not like that.”
    I knew where he was going with this. “You don’t think she could be party to stealing a child from his parents.”
    He was quiet for a long moment. Then he asked, “Am I being naïve?”
    “No.” I turned my face to his. He was so close, I could kiss him. So I did. “I think you’re being a son.”
    ***
    Stanley Kowalski looked like the former cop Dominic had said he was. He had a thin, intelligent face and dark, shrewd eyes behind a pair of wire-rimmed glasses. I liked him almost immediately. He sat across from me and carefully selected a canapé from the tray Francisco had put together.
    The chef had graciously agreed to come in and help put together some light fare for the evening. I’d told him I’d love him forever and he had laughed, told me that I already did. He wasn’t wrong. The man was quickly becoming one of my favorite people.
    “Is this something that’s going to make me nauseated if I find out what’s inside?” Kowalski asked, studying the colorful bit of food he held.
    “It’s cream cheese and shrimp.” I grinned at him. “On a cracker. There’s a fancier name for it, but that’s basically all it is.”
    “Okay.” He popped it into his mouth. “Good. Fancy name or no.”
    I laughed and gestured toward the tray. “I’m not much for goose liver or anything like that, so if I’m