Determined: To Love: (Part 2 of the Determined Trilogy) by Elizabeth Brown Page B

instantly. From the articles, it seemed like the police had questioned numerous people, David included, but they ended up making no arrests. One article went so far as to hint that David had hired someone to kill Sara, because she refused to marry him.
    I was flabbergasted. How had David not told me about this? I mean, a fiancé? That was major. That wasn’t something that you accidentally leave out of conversation.
    I started to wonder how the situation played out for him. Was he questioned by police? It sure sounded like it. Years had gone by since the date of the last article. I wondered if they had made any arrests. I was knocked off kilter by the last article, the one that suggested David had hired someone to kill her. He didn’t become a billionaire until after college—had he even had enough money to finance something like that? I racked my memory. He had said he started his business while still in school.
    I shook my head, embarrassed that I was even considering the story. Then I heard the elevator ding, and I quickly packed everything into the shoebox, and pushed it back under the bed.
    I got up and was just leaving the bedroom when David met me at the door.
    “Hey, girlfriend,” he said, reaching down to kiss me on the lips.
    Play it cool, Sam. Don’t act like you were just snooping around.
    “Hey, Chief. How was your day?” I said, pushing back against his chest.
    “It was good. I had a really productive lunch meeting,” he said, pulling me in with one hand as he loosened his tie with the other.
    “That’s good,” I chirped nervously. “What do you want for dinner?” There was no way I was in the mood after what I had just read.
    “This.” He squeezed my ass with enough force to make me yelp.
    “Ha ha, very funny. How about we order from room service?”
    He looked at me with a mix of puzzlement and acceptance.
    “Sure, babe, whatever you like. I’m just going to take a quick shower and get changed.” He let go of my rear.
    “Great, I’ll meet you out there,” I chirped, and I resumed my course for the living room.
    I called room service and requested our meal, and went into the kitchen to find a bottle of wine. I pulled out a fancy looking bottle of pinot grigio from the under-counter wine refrigerator, and grabbed two glasses along with a corkscrew.
    Settling into the deep sofa in the living room, I flipped on the television and found a channel showing reruns of sitcoms from the 90s. I picked up the corkscrew and opened the wine, pouring myself a generous glass. I put the glass up to my lips and swallowed it fast. Then I took the bottle and filled the other glass, and my own again.
    I zoned out to the sitcom on the screen until David came into the living room, dressed in his pajama bottoms. I didn’t want to look at him, but it was hard not to. His torso was very distracting, but while normally it was a welcome sight, right now, it just served to remind me of some unanswered questions.
    Had his fiancé touched that torso?
    Of course she had. Dammit. Be strong, Sharp. Act cool.
    “What are you watching?” David leaned on the sofa behind me. The heft of his body made me nervous.
    I didn’t turn as I replied. “Just a sitcom. Have you seen this one? The guy and the girl get stuck in an elevator.”
    “Huh? No, I don’t think I have seen it.” Even without looking, I knew his gaze was trained on me. I felt him caress my shoulders.
    The truth was, we barely ever watched television together. Our time was usually taken up with… other things. The elevator chimed.
    “That’s the food,” I said, and I started to get up.
    “I’ll get it, you stay here and relax,” David volunteered. I stayed on the couch, while he headed to the door, and tried to breathe. A few moments later, he returned carrying two trays with domed silver lids.
    “Dinner is served.” He smiled as he put the trays down on the coffee table in front of us. We ate in silence as the characters on the television hopped