Page 39 of Reckless
“Several.”
“That tracks.”
The other agent had tact enough to vanish inside, which I appreciated.
“Two minutes,” I said.
“No.”
I glanced past her at the empty street, then back at her face.“If you’d like to do this here, in front of your colleague, I’m perfectly comfortable.”
That got me a real reaction.A flash of murder in blue-green eyes.
Then she jerked her chin toward the side walkway.“One minute.”
Kelly folded her arms.“Talk.”
“My mother texted you.”
Her brows lifted.“That is an incredible opening.Were you hit on the head?”
“She invited you to lunch.”
“Observant.”
I ignored that.“She asked what you were wearing for Friday in the group chat.”
“She certainly is making a hobby of me.”
“Graduation weekend has already made her plans bigger for you.”
That quieted her slightly.I kept going.
“If I walk it back now,” I said, “you become the woman I falsely claimed and then publicly lost which doesn’t help anyone looking to buy in Manhattan or Virgin Cove to trust you.”
Her jaw tightened.
“If you walk it back,” she said, “you become the man who used me to get out of being set up and corrected the record so his mother puts him back on the market.”
My shoulders tightened.“Yes.”
“So we both have something in this.”
She laughed once.“I am going to have to kill you.”
“Probably.”
“At least you are aware.”
The wind lifted a strand of hair loose from where she’d secured it and blew it across her cheek.She brushed it back with fast, irritated fingers.God help me, I noticed too.
“Say I do nothing,” she said.“If I ignore your mother and your group chat and your nonsense and let you clean it up.”
“We both know you’re smarter than that.”I took one step closer.“And I know my family.”
She stared at me.
I held the silence as she glanced up at me.
