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“What client?”
“It doesn’t matter. He left the firm. He’s not a threat to them. Is he a part of the threat we’re facing? Maybe. He’s a powerful person. He’s got a past with the CIA. He’s dirty.” He leans in closer. “What’s important right now, is you. What you need to know is that when we met on the street, what I felt was real. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I needed you to show up at the bar, and it had nothing to do with duty.”
“But I was your assignment. You found me to use me. And think before you answer. You said you wouldn’t lie to me again.”
“Yes, Ashley. You were my assignment.”
“And you’re an assassin.”
“What are you asking?”
“Was part of that assignment killing me?”
Chapter seven
Ashley
His answer isn’t fast, and I lean forward this time. We’re close and staring at each other. “Were your orders to kill me?” I demand.
“Only if you became a problem. You were never going to be a problem. I had to create a cover story, a believable life, complete with a girlfriend, and why wouldn’t I choose a woman I couldn’t stop watching?”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better? How many times have you chosen women as targets because they were fuckable?”
His jaw sets hard. “That is not how it was with you.”
“But it was with others?” I snap back.
“If you’re asking me if I ever fucked someone who didn’t know who I was, yes, I did.”
“Why me?” I repeat. “There are hundreds of choices at the firm. I was low on the food chain, a paralegal.”
“That made me less obvious.”
I swallow hard and sit back. Once again, my inability to finally make that law degree happen slaps me in the face. “Because I was nothing and disposable.”
“The fact that you had no family ties made you appealing, yes, but it also made us appealing. In that, we were the same. We were alone without each other.”
“Your family—”
“Everything I told you about me was true.”
“Liar. Noah.” I stand up and try to turn away, but he’s there instantly, catching my wrist and turning me to him.
“I am Noah. I broke every protocol in existence by using that name with you. That’s how much I needed to be real with you.”
“I don’t know how you want me to respond to that,” I whisper. “It’s a name. Just a name. You are so many things I didn’t know you were. And how do I even know it’s true?”
“Right. Just a name.” He releases me, and I’m stunned when he leaves me there. He actually walks out of the kitchen.
He’s pissed. Now I’m even more pissed. I rotate and follow him. “Are you really angry because a name isn’t enough for me? Do you know how much you hurt me? Do you even care?”
He whirls and pulls me to him. “It’s not just a fucking name. I was an assistant district attorney. I went after the kingpin of a cartel. I didn’t back down. I was going to end up in witness protection, just like you. That’s when the CIA recruited me. And yes, I’m a fucking assassin. And no, I don’t regret one single person I’ve killed. They were all like that kingpin.”
“You said you’d have killed me if I became a problem.”
His energy whips and cuts. “Do you really believe I’d have killed you?”
“That’s not the point. You just said—”
