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“You can wipe that look off your face. You shouldn’t be taking such an interest in my personal life, anyway.”

“He’s not the person you think he is,” Carter grumbles.

“What does that mean? Do you know something I don’t?”

“Yeah, but I can’t tell you.”

“How convenient.”

“It would breach confidentiality, but if you care so much, ask him about the case with the apple trees. He’ll know what I’m talking about. He plays the nice guy, but there’s a demon in him, Lily. He hides it well, but it’s there.”

“What am I working on today?” I hiss.

“We’ll be together today,” Carter replies. “These solo projects are landing us in trouble. It’s time we played by the rules for a while.”

“I thought this was all about helping people.”

“Yeah, but you can’t help anyone if you’re dead.”

I look down at my desk so that Carter can’t see the rage in my eyes. It’s not fair that I’m being punished for trying to do the right thing. Deep down, I know Carter’s doing this because he wants to keep me safe. Still, it feels wrong, forgetting about that bar and those kids. It feels like a betrayal.

I want to ask Carter about that case, thedemonsin Landon. I haven’t seen any demon in him: passion and intensity, but nothing bad.

Not yet, a small voice whispers.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

LANDON

When I return to the office, Ethan is sitting in my desk chair, holding my Sig P365. He’s unloaded it, the magazine on the table and the chamber open. “What the fuck is this?” he grunts.

“What does it look like?” I snap. “Put it away.”

“Why have you got a gun in the office, Landon?” Ethan asks sternly. For all his flashiness, he’s a stickler regarding the rules. “What if we’d had a client in, and they’d gone into your desk looking for a pen or something?”

“Then I’d tell them to mind their own goddamn business.”

“Listen, I know you’ve had a scare, but going off the rails won’t help.”

“I’m not off any rails. The bar I’m looking into has links to the mob and the cartel. Would you rather I didn’t protect myself?”

“You shouldn’tneedto protect yourself,” Ethan grunts, putting the gun down. “This crap with the bar and the mob and the cartel … It’s none of your business. Nothing good can come of it,especially if it means bringing weapons into the office. You need to focus on your health.”

“I thought I needed to focus on helping people end their marriages?”

“We trained for this. Weretrained for this. We specialized. We’ve worked damn hard. I won’t sit here and listen to you put down our—” He stops when the buzzer cuts through the office. “Oh, shit.” He stands suddenly all business again. “That’s Rosita Rubberton.”

“Rubberton?”

He glares. “Don’t you read emails? She’s an heiress from England. She’s divorcing her boy-toy husband and determined not to give him a dime, but she’ll give us plenty. Oh, and she has a crush on you.”

I shift uncomfortably. I can still feel Lily’s heat, still sense her closeness. When she bit her lip, I wanted to grab her so badly, lean in, and press my lips against hers. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“She mentioned it when booking the meeting. This is all in the email. She’s seen a few of your Good Samaritan articles from back in the day.”

“I hate those things. They always made the work feel cheap.”

“Well, it’s helped us, so don’t hate too hard.” He puts the gun back in the desk drawer, giving me a severe look. “It would help if you flirted with her a little.”

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