"Business is always boring," he said, "but the client is an important one, so I do what I must."
Lucian was a financial adviser—a fairly high-profile and wealthy one, from what I could see, even though he tended to play that down. "I take it this client didn’t have any pretty secretaries?"
"Not a one," he said solemnly, though his bright eyes danced with mirth. "I had to fill my time making good on promises."
"Hmm," I said. "To whom?"
"To you, lovely lady."
"Me?" I said, surprised. "What promises have you made to me?"
"Well, I did say I’d attempt to see what I could uncover about your father. While I’ve had no luck there, I managed to discover whom the Razan known as Handberry was supposed to meet the night he was killed by the soul stealer."
I frowned. I couldn’t actually remember mentioning Handberry to Lucian, but given everything that had happened over the past weeks, it wasn’t out of the question that I’d simply forgotten I’d done it.
Either that, or he’d gleaned the knowledge from my mind during one of our many lovemaking sessions. That was always the risk with our relationship, but not one I was overly concerned with. After all, there weren’t that many questions he could ask that I wouldn’t answer.
Still, it made me wonder if the nanowire would work against him.
"How did you discover who Handberry was supposed to meet with?"
He smiled. "A good investigator never reveals his sources, but I will note that it cost me a crate of very expensive champagne."
My cheeks dimpled. "I shall repay in kind, if you like."
"Oh," he said, his voice suddenly lower and a whole lot sexier, "I intend to extract their worth in another way entirely."
That curl of heat in my belly got stronger. I grinned. "That could take more time than either of us has in our schedule."