The Billionaire's Heir: Billionaire Obsession (Tycoon Billionaires Book 4) by Julie Farrell Page A

to this hardnosed Quinlan woman. She realized there was a lovely young lady under that designer suit, who cared a lot about her brother – and his girlfriend.
    Ivan draped his arm around Samira’s shoulders, causing her muscles to melt with secure warmth. “No one’s breaking apart my family. We’ll get this fixed, I swear –just make sure you don’t marry Mr. Langdon in the meantime, sweetheart, okay.”
    Samira laughed. “Don’t worry. I won’t be marrying anyone any time soon.”

Chapter Eight
     
    Samira and Ivan said goodbye to Clara and stepped back into the weak evening sunshine. It was still stiflingly humid out here, and the AC in the diner hadn’t been very effective, so Samira was looking forward to sitting in the truck and enjoying an icy blast of cool air. She also couldn’t wait to be alone with Ivan – the journey back to the ranch should be fun. And hopefully they might be able to sneak off to his cabin and make love before Mr. Langdon noticed she’d been gone all evening.
    All she needed was her passport back, and then they could leave Texas...
    She almost linked her fingers through Ivan’s as they ambled toward the truck, but she remembered at the last moment that they weren’t supposed to be touching in public, because of the private investigator.
    Speaking of which, where was he?
    Samira glanced behind herself and saw him leaning against the wall of a hardware store, lighting up a cigarette. He was staring right at her, not even trying to be subtle. Ivan followed her gaze, and she tried to grab his arm, but it was too late – he was already turning around and storming over to confront the guy.
    “Ivan,” she said. “Don’t.”
    Ivan ignored her and halted in front of the guy, practically growling. “I’m sick of the sight of you. Who the hell are you and why are you following her around?”
    The private investigator blew out the smoke from his cigarette and raised a cocky eyebrow. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    Samira had expected him to speak with a Southern accent, but he sounded as if he was from New York. There was something about him that reminded Samira of Ivan’s younger brother Dylan, who she’d met briefly once. He was tough and cool, and looked as if he didn’t smile often. His chin was covered with a five-o’clock shadow, and his disinclination to break eye contact with Ivan spoke volumes about how much he wanted to dominate the situation.
    Ivan would never let that happen. 
    He grabbed the guy by the shirt, pinning him up against the wall. Instead of flinching as Ivan had hoped, the guy laughed and threw his cigarette to the ground. “Woah, cowboy! What the hell are you doing?”
    Ivan pressed himself nose-to-nose with him. “I asked you a question. Why the fuck are you following her?”
    The guy shoved Ivan with both hands, but Ivan stood firm.
    “Following her? Are you kidding me? I’m just standing here minding my own goddamn business. Can’t a man even smoke a cigarette without –”
    “Bullshit! Listen, man, I don’t know who’s paying you, but you need to leave her alone right now. You understand me?”
    “Whatever you say, buddy.”
    “Right.” Ivan stepped back to where Samira was watching with concern. He put his arm around her. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s go.”
    They walked away back to the truck in the stifling heat, and Samira slammed the passenger door. “Nice one, Ivan. Now he knows there’s something going on between us.”
    She glanced out the window at the guy and saw he was still staring at them. He smirked, then threw them both a playful little wave.
    Ivan gripped the wheel. “I’m gonna fucking kill him.”
    “Let’s just go.”
    “Alright. But next time I get him alone I’m going to force him to tell me who he is.”
    “Yeah, yeah.”
    He relaxed slightly. “I’m sorry, okay. I know I shouldn’t have bulldozed him like that, but I hate this situation. I’d love to drive us both to New York right