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“Not this again!” I let out an exasperated sigh.
And then I laughed.
I wanted to be angry, but I couldn’t help it. The concept of me being a spy was just so ludicrous. My laugh seemed to break the tension because Neil eased up too, uncrossing his arms and relaxing his shoulders. “Jean?” he asked.
“It’s my middle name.”
“So it is. Amelia Jean Cross. Why didn’t I think of that?”
“Then… you’re Cat Dad?”
“Is that so hard to believe?”
“I thought… I thought Cat Dad was a nice man.”
Neil threw his head back and laughed. “You don’t think I’m nice? That is amusing.”
“Why are you home, anyway? I haven’t finished cleaning. You’re not supposed to be back yet.”
“It’s been a hectic day. I just wanted to come home and relax. I forgot my cleaner might still be here.”
It was sinking in. Neil was the man I had been chatting with all along… and he had just caught me with my messy hair, braless, singing, dancing, mopping his goddamn kitchen floor. I wanted to lock myself away in shame.
“I never expected she would be you.” Neil’s inquisitive eyes roamed over me before settling on my face, his brow furrowed.
“Are you still thinking I might be a spy?”
“If you are, then I must congratulate you for successfully infiltrating my home and my office. Credit where credit is due.”
I shook my head. “You’re crazy, you know that? Now, if you don’t mind, I think I’ll finish up.” I glanced across the room to the living space. “Where did I put my bag?”
I brushed past Neil as I moved to grab my belongings, but his hand came down on my shoulder, stopping me.
“Milly—wait.” His voice had a guttural quality as he said my name.
I froze, heart in my throat.
What’s this? Did he just call me Milly? He’s never called me that before.
I shot him a questioning look.
He caught himself and lowered his hand. “Amelia. I don’t think you’re a spy.”
“Then why would you accuse me of being one?”
“Let’s sit down and talk about this.” He gestured to the couch. “Please.”
I hesitated. Part of me wanted to run away and hide, but another part of me wanted answers.
What should I do?
“Please,” Neil repeated.
I breathed a sharp intake of air. Why did I find it so difficult to deny this man? All I could do was give in. “Okay. Let’s talk.”
I settled onto the couch with crossed arms and legs.
“Would you like something to drink?” Neil asked. “Some water?”
