Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“Because they’re mine, not yours,” he warned, moving his
mouth under my ear. “And you’re mine, not theirs.”
“Well that narrows down your identity,” I replied. “An
only child, because you never learned to share.”
I’d figure it out eventually. Or find a way to make him tell
me. After all, I was keeping him a secret from others, too.
But, it occurred to me, I wasn’t a secret to him. While he
was one to me.
Why?
I didn’t feel guilty about hiding him from others, but he
was hiding himself from me. There was a reason for that.
Was he old? Attached? Psychotic?
Or maybe…embarrassed by me?
But he suddenly spoke up, breaking me out of my
thoughts. “Where does your boss live?” he asked.
My boss?
I narrowed my eyes. “Why?”