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Agent Menesiena

“Any reasonswhy we shouldn’t hire you?” Sloane Archer, Head of Sunbreak Security, leans on the desk with both elbows, studying me, eyes honed in, deep frown on his face. “You came highly recommended by the financing entity. Demanded, really.”

He has every right to be suspicious.

I could name a dozen reasons why they shouldn’t hire me, more than.

For one, Iamthe financing entity.

He doesn’t know that.

“Any conflicts of interest we should be aware of?” Rafi Haddad, COO, talks while he looks at his phone, either distracted or pretending to be.

I shift in my chair, but I’ve got nothing to be nervous about, not in here. If they don’t hire me, I’m going to pull the funding. Do it myself, solo, no backup, no cover, toe to toe with Harvey Blagas, if I have to. Anything to protect her.

But they don’t know that. Not yet.

“None that I can think of,” I lie. I don’t say: I’m in love with the client, desperately so, and I have been since the moment wemet, when I pulled her from a fire down at the club where she worked for the scumbag I despised.

Sloane shuffles through a thick file in front of him. “Do you know the name Harvey Blagas?”

“I do. I spent years trying to put him away, when I was a sheriff.”

Rafi glances up at me, hawk-eyed now, sizing me up. Sloane scribbles something down on his clipboard. Pen and paper. You don’t see much of that anymore. Old school. Guess it makes some kind of perverse sense that a security company would shy away from electronic records.

“Any prior knowledge of the client, Ms. Saule?”

I wonder if that’s Mia’s real last name. I honestly don’t know. I don’t know a lot of things about Mia. Though I can describe in explicit detail the way she smells. The feel of her skin on mine. The sound of her laugh, her sobs, the way she moans when she bears down on me and comes hard.

Sometimes I doubt if Mia is really her first name. I let a lot of things go when she’s near me. Including the truth.

I’d probably kill just to see her again, and I know for a fact I’d die for her. Last time I worked as her close protection, I nearly did.

“No.” I make strong eye contact to cover the lie, and I hope like hell these two didn’t delve. When I had Skelly make the call to set all this up, I made sure he told them I was pre-vetted, background checked. Clean as a whistle.

I have no judgment when it comes to Mia, none whatsoever. There’s a billion dollars in my bank account, and I could do anything, anywhere I wanted, at any time. Instead I spend all my time and energy desperately trying to protect her, to keep her safe, begging her to stop working for Harvey. I’m chasing her while she’s chasing him and his crime syndicate all over God’s occasionally green earth.

She’s every thought I’ve had since we met.

I can’t stop. I don’t know why.

Sloane and Rafi think it’s the District Attorney’s office in Halo City who’s paying to guard Mia, part of a witness protection program. Nope. I’m the one who hired Sunbreak Security to guard Mia. Then told them I had a candidate for the job.

Who I strongly suggested they hire.

Me.

“And you’re living here, in Sunbreak Harbor?” Rafi stares through me, and I wonder again if they don’t already know the answer to every question they ask.

“Yes. Currently.”

I’ve been sleeping on a little catamaran I rented since I trailed her here from Halo City, parked in a slip over at the marina. I was inspired by the possibility of Mia conceding to my demands, or pleas, is more like it, a big fantasy of her finally sayingyes, this was it: she was finally done with Harvey, done with the sex work.

Especially after he tried to have her killed.