r than Kate's entire childhood home. It was decorate

two hours. Her nerves were frayed wires. She walked over

te knew she shouldn't look. She was here as a supplicant, not a spy.

pull

man, laughing. His arm was draped around a woman with dark, laughing eyes. On the woman's wrist

woman who died and took

de Kate jump. She shoved the photo back, kn

by Sebastian. He stopped, his eye

ing?" His voice

or a napkin," Kate st

t of the papers. He seemed to relax, just a fraction, w

. No busine

, closing the door with a soft click.

fa. He looked at Kate, his gaze sweeping over h

ower?" he a

rush to her che

h her immediately. He stood close enough tha

een flagged for internal review," Armond said

d by the speed of hi

ngers tracing the line of her collarbone. His touch was elect

e had agreed to this. Sh

is head to kiss the pulse point

aled s

ond had pulled back, a fr

and almost invisible. He pulled his hand back, holding a single, dark, b

he asked, his vo

topped. "Whose

g. Her niece? Chloe's baby? The lie felt flimsy ev

nexplained intimacy it implied, triggered somethin

stepping away from her as if she

covering the spot he had alm

ned on the shower, sinking to the floor. She buried her face in he

stared at the bathroom do

want a full timeline of Kate Silva's life for the last five

a lay hidden. Kate was hiding something. And he