by Debra Kayn
"Family?"
"That'll take me longer to find out," said Two-crow.
"Go ahead and send me the full report when you get it. Thanks, Two-crow." He disconnected the call, shut the door to his office behind him, and walked down the hallway.
Women caught his interest every night, but he'd never wanted to know more about them than if they were willing to have sex. Despite his business and position, he had nothing to give a woman.
He'd spent his thirties bagging every woman that caught his eye and finding out they wanted an emotional connection that he found impossible. Now at forty-five years old, he'd become pickier. He wasn't looking for a relationship and preferred casually hooking up and spending all his energy on the Lair.
Iliana's voice seduced him. He wanted to see where the feelings she brought out in him would go.
