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couldn’t see someone being that cautious with the security cameras just to turn around and shoot a man dead practically in the middle of the street. But what other explanation could there be?
    Emily turned to me when we reached her car, laying a hand affectionately on the center of my chest.
    “I know this one is personal to you.” She smiled when my eyes narrowed. “Ash was worried.”
    “He doesn’t need to worry.”
    “Yes, well, when things are personal we sometimes do things we shouldn’t do.”
    “I’m just doing my job, Em.”
    “I know that. But I can also see that you’re worried. So I want you to promise me that you’ll let me and my colleagues do our jobs.”
    “I’m not—”
    “Please, Donovan. I know you. Just promise me.”
    I hated that she was asking this of me. Emily knew if I made a promise I would stick to it even if things changed. Even if what I’d promised could compromise my safety. It was who I was, who the military taught me to be. And she was taking advantage of that fact.
    “I promise I won’t interfere with you and your colleagues doing your job.”
    She squinted at me a little, as if she wasn’t quite sure if she should accept that. But then she let her hand fall to her side.
    “I guess I’ll have to take that.”
    “Just make sure you find these idiots soon.”
    “That I can’t promise, but I will promise that I will put as much pressure on Jack’s people as I dare.”
    “I guess I’ll have to accept that.”
    She smiled. “That’s the Donovan we all know and love.”
    She rose up on her tiptoes and kissed me gently on my cheek. I caught her around her waist and pulled her close for a brief second. Then I opened her car door and helped her inside. I watched her drive away before I turned to the front of the bank and caught Kate watching me from her desk.

Chapter 9
     
    Kate
    “She’s pretty,” I said, as we walked into the house.
    “Who is?”
    “Your girlfriend. Is she older than you?”
    Donovan didn’t answer. He simply moved around me to grab a soda out of the fridge.
    “Hungry?”
    I brushed past him, kicking off my shoes and dropping my bag in the living room.
    “Why do you feel this need to hide things from me?”
    “Who said I was hiding anything?” He glanced at me as he cut open a bag of frozen vegetables, pouring half the contents into a saucepan. “There are just some things that I don’t feel you need to know.”
    “Why?”
    “Because you’re my client, not my friend.”
    For some reason, that cut right through me. I spun on my heel and started for my bedroom, but then I turned around again.
    “How can you divide things up like that? We practically grew up together.”
    “We did.”
    “And then you left—”
    “—at your request.”
    “It’s just stupid. You know everything about my personal life. Why can’t I know about yours?”
    “Because that’s not the way this works.” He turned from the chicken he was cutting up. “I need to know about you because that’s the only way I’m going to protect you.”
    “So we spend the next few days living together and I’m not supposed to ask personal questions?”
    “You can ask whatever you want. I just won’t promise to answer them.”
    He turned back to his work, tossing the diced chicken into the saucepan with the frozen vegetables.
    “What are you making?”
    “Stir fry.”
    I shook my head, going to the stove and taking a sauté pan out of the drawer underneath. I grabbed his saucepan and tossed the concoction inside the new pan, pouring a little oil over the whole thing so that it wouldn’t stick.
    “You have to give it all room to cook evenly.”
    “Thank you,” he said, wiping his hands dry since he’d just washed them, ignoring everything I was doing behind him.
    “Where’d you learn to cook? Or am I not supposed to ask that, either?”
    “Ash.”
    “Ash cooks?”
    He glanced at me, catching the sudden interest in my voice. “Maybe we shouldn’t talk.”
    I