Her adorable expression lit up the room.
“We should probably start over again on a better foot,” I said.
“If you like.”
“And you are?”
She hesitated and then said, “Charlotte, but please call me Lotte.”
“Last name?”
“Chamberlain.”
“Lotte, I don’t want to see news about my visit here plastered across the front page of theL.A. Timestomorrow.”
“That’s not what we do.”
“I wish I believed you.”
She reached up and ripped off the blonde wig, revealing her stunning pixie cut beneath. The style highlighted immaculate eyebrows over large brown eyes. She’d transformed into an attention-grabbing bombshell.
God, a raven-haired beauty.
A weakness of mine.
Had she not workedin this placeI’d have asked her out for dinner. This woman was mesmerizing.
She threw the blonde wig onto a nearby chest.
“This is where it all happens, then?” I asked, trying to shake the hypnotic effect she had on me.
She looked amused. “Where what happens?”
“Shenanigans.”
“We offer therapeutic exercises.”
I chuckled.
She raised her chin defensively. “Cameron is a genius.”
“He’s many things to many people. To me, he’ll always be my younger brother.”
“He saves lives.”
“I can see you like him.”
“Our relationship is professional.”
“Of course.”
Everyone crushed on Cameron, with his easy charm and uncanny gift to read a room. He’d be a dangerous enemy if he lacked compassion.
“I never thought I’d seetheHenry Cole here.”
I was the conservative brother who frowned upon my sibling’s ventures.
All these amateurs playing torture when they had no idea what humans really do to each other in the name of war.