Page 18 of Tell Me All Your Lies

“Sinclair.”

I can feel heat exuding off him as he stands entirely too close behind me. If I were to lean back, I could do some damage by elbowing him in the stomach.

I grin at the idea.

Pity I have some semblance of control, being at the agency and all.

“Take a step back, pretty boy.”

A deep rumble faintly sounds.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been called that.”

“You’re right. It was far too much of a compliment for my liking.”

Another hint of laughter that I’m embarrassed to admit I enjoyed getting out of him.

“What will you call me instead?”

“Old man.”

“Ouch,” he says with a faint laugh.

“Call it like I see ’em.”

The elevator doors open, and I walk in without looking back. As I turn around, I see he’s coming in with me.

Just great.

“You know, I’m not that much older than you.”

“Yes, you are.”

He smiles as he takes his place next to me so we’re both watching the elevator doors close. I press the button to the floor I need and resume my original position.

“Maybe,” he offers.

I peer up at him and take in the graying hair and wrinkles gathering around his eyes.

“How old are you anyway?”

One side of his mouth tilts upward.

“Trying to get to know me after all these years?”

“You can keep your secrets.”

“Forty-nine.”

My eyes widen in surprise. Not at his age but at the notion that Grant so freely shared something truthful with me. That’s not common in our business of lies and deception.

The elevator door dings and begins to open.

“You’re right.”

“What’s that?” he asks as I straighten my suit jacket.

“It’s notthatmuch older than me.”

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