Page 86 of Over Her Dead Body

He does not look surprised.

CHAPTER 32

EMMA

Istop in front of him. “How long have you known I was on this flight?”

“Since you started walking toward me.”

“You don’t look surprised.”

He shrugs. “You followed me to Lisbon once already.”

“Did you refer a family to my house?”

“No.”

“Did you know they requested me?”

“No.”

The answers come without hesitation.

“If I wanted you back in Lisbon,” he says, “I wouldn’t need to invent a family.”

“Then we should both be pleased I’m going for work.”

He slips his phone into his coat pocket and stands.

“Where are you staying?”

“At a hotel.”

“Which one?”

A woman pulling a carry-on passes behind Reid. He steps closer to me to let her through.

I move my suitcase between us and ignore his question.

“So you’re still angry, then?”

I look past him for an empty seat, the further away, the better.

“I thought we left things reasonably well.”

“I woke up alone. I can see how that would improve your experience.”

“You could have stayed.”

“I had a job to get back to. You may remember it. You turned up and pretended to be a client.”

“I am a client.”

“What are you buying?”

He smiles. “Is that what it takes to get your attention?”

“You have my attention. My boss has questions. I’m the one expected to answer them.”