Page 58 of Shadow Of Sin

“You know who I am and what my family is, and you still stayed.”

“I told you why.”

“You told me it was because of Sal and Dmitri. That’s why you came to the meeting.” I hold her gaze. “That’s not why you’re standing in my kitchen right now.”

She stares at me, her jaw tightening. The pen behind her ear shifts when she clenches.

“Don’t push it, Wolfe,” she says in a quiet voice.

“I’m not pushing. I’m just noticing.”

“Well, stop noticing.”

“I can’t.” That comes out before I can swallow it back. “I’ve tried. Really hard. But I can’t stop noticing you. It’s a problem I haven’t figured out how to solve yet.”

She holds my gaze for three seconds. I count them. Her eyes flicker through things that I can’t name. Then she picks up her sandwich and heads out of the kitchen.

“Eva.”

She stops in the doorway.

“For what it’s worth,” I say, “the trap idea was really good.”

“I know it was.” She doesn’t turn around. “That’s not the compliment you think it is. You’re just stating a fact.”

“That’s how I give compliments.”

“I know.” She pauses. “It’s growing on me.”

Then she leaves for real. And I’m left standing in my family’s kitchen with a half-eaten sandwich, and a thumb that won’t stop tapping, and a chest that’s doing the knotting thing again.

She’s in my family’s house. She held her own with Ronan. She read my brothers in twenty minutes and got every single thing right. She suggested an idea that made my oldest brother shut up and listen when he doesn’t do that for anyone.

“It’s growing on me.”

I don’t know what to do with that.

I finish the sandwich, go back to work, and try not to think about the fact that Eva Moreno just told me she’s learning to read me, and instead of being completely flipped out by that, it’s the best thing anyone’s said to me in years.

CHAPTER 13

EVA

I grab my phone, click it on, and the screen lights up the darkness.

Fuuuuuck.

It’s two in the morning, and I’ve been staring at my ceiling for the past three hours because my brain won’t shut the hell up.

Three hours of replaying the same day on a loop…the Molloy compound, Wolfe’s brothers, the conference table, the data, the kitchen, the sandwiches, Wolfe’s thumb tapping against the counter.

The way his voice rippled through me when he said, “I can’t stop noticing you.” The way his hand brushed mine in the hallway when we left, so light I almost convinced myself I imagined it.

Almost.

I drop my phone next to me, roll over, and press my face into the pillow to silence my groan. This is bad. This is really, really bad. Because the smart thing to do is stay in this bed, force myself to sleep, and wake up tomorrow with a clear head, clean boundaries, and the reminder that this man lied to me about who he was for weeks.

But my brain doesn’t give a rat’s ass about smart right now. My brain cares about the look on Ronan’s face when Wolfe shut him down with one sentence. My brain cares about the way Cillian said, “take care of my brother” like he already knew something I haven’t admitted to myself yet. My brain cares about the fact that Wolfe Molloy sat in my kitchen and told me the truth when he could have kept lying, and when I told him to get the fuck out, he went.