Page 19 of Tell Me All Your Lies

I step off and don’t give him a chance to say anything else.

As I walk toward Dodger’s assistant, I hear footsteps behind me. I glance back to see Grant following slowly in the same direction.

Wait.

Wait just a second.

There is no one else on this floor other than Dodger.

“Is this the right floor for you?” I ask.

“It is.”

“But my meeting with him is in ten minutes.”

Grant finally steps right before me.

“Well, Cara. Looks like we’re in the same meeting.”

I hang my head back and hold the bridge of my nose.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

“Indeed.”

He walks past me as if this isn’t our worst nightmare about to become a reality.

“Sinclair. Collins. Mr. Ross will be available shortly,” the assistant calls out before we even have a chance to reach her.

“Thank you,” we say in unison.

Grant gestures to the chairs in the waiting area.

I take a seat, and he takes the one opposite me on the other side of the room.

Placing my briefcase in my lap, I cross my legs together at the ankles.

This cannot be happening.

There’s no way Dodger knows about Grant’s and my complicated history. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have asked us to work together in this capacity.

There’s no way that Grant and I can work together on this contract.

I let out a deep, steadying breath.

Okay, Cara, think this through.

The problem is that if I tell him I don’t want to work with Grant, there is a high probability that he will take me off this case instead of Grant. I can’t let that happen.

I’ve been chasing after the Kingpin of Charlotte for a year now. Grant knows this too. He’s been on my heels when I’ve received new information regarding the Kingpin’s activities.

Despite Dodger knowing that I have all this intel, Grant is the best of the best. I would never admit that to him, but it’s true, which is probably why Dodger put us together.

“I’m not going to turn this down, Collins.”

My eyes snap up to Grant’s, and I see the conviction behind them.

“I’m not either.”

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