"What about it?"
"For the record," Quentin said, voice low, "the feeling's mutual."
Then he stepped back. Professional distance restored.
"See you Monday morning, Miss Russell."
I nodded, not trusting my voice, and fled.
∞∞∞
In my car, doors locked, hands shaking on the steering wheel, I let myself breathe.
I'd passed.
I'd lied my way through a polygraph and passed.
But the worst part?
The only thing I hadn't lied about was the one thing I should have.
I was attracted to Quentin Vanetti.
And he was attracted to me.
Which made this mission approximately one thousand times more complicated than it already was.
I pulled out my phone. Texted Carlo:Passed polygraph. Start Monday.
His response:Good. Don't get distracted.
Too late.
I was already distracted.
By storm-gray eyes and a voice that made my name sound like a promise.
By the man I was supposed to investigate for murdering my father.
The man I might have to kill.
The man who'd just admitted he felt the same impossible attraction I did.
Monday morning, I'd walk through those doors as his assistant.
As Julia Russell, the perfect employee.
As Julia Russo, the spy sent to destroy him.
And as myself—whoever that was anymore.
I just hoped I could keep all three separate long enough to figure out the truth.
Before everything fell apart.
Chapter 10
Julia
