Easing into a spot, he cut the engine. “Probably as romantic as you and your ‘teammate.’”

The terminology lingered like a bad smell in the quiet of the truck. “My what?”

“You referred to your fiancé as a teammate.”

“Did I?” She took in his strikingly handsome profile, the mirrored aviators, the strong jaw, and sensual mouth. “That’s odd. I probably just—”

“What happened?” He unbuckled his seatbelt. “On the ride to the airport, what made you turn around?”

She couldn’t hide a damn thing, and she was going to live with him the next several weeks so she might as well spill it. “This is a vault, right?” She wagged a finger between them.

He nodded and gave her a serious expression.

“Those friends who let me down? On the way to the airport, I found out one of them double-crossed me. He was supposed to pitch my new product line to my parents, and instead he convinced them to not go with it. And that’s…that’s such a terrible thing to do, because he knows how important this business is to me, and he’s been completely on-board this whole time. So, now, to flip on me, behind my back—to not even give me a heads-up? He could’ve called me to say he was having doubts. I deserved a chance to fight for it.” All this anger swirling inside her seemed to gather like pins to a magnet to form a hard, pulsating disc.

“I can keep using ‘friend’ as the code word for ‘fiancé,’ if you want, or you can just speak plainly to me and know I’ll keep your secrets safe.”

“Swear to God, Brodie, you can’t tell a soul. There’s a lot at stake in my country, and me being away, ending my engagement…the consequences are significant.”

“Your secrets are safe with me. You can count on it.” He opened his door. “Come on. Let’s get some food.”

He walked a few steps ahead of her, which gave her a chance to take in his hard, round bottom, muscular thighs, and the breadth of his strong shoulders. She couldn’t miss the way people stopped what they were doing to watch him walk by.

When she caught up to him, she said, “Can you make it clear to your family and the hotel manager that I’m here as Rosie? It’s really important that my identity doesn’t get out.”

He swung the key ring around his finger then stuffed it into his front pocket. “You got it.”

The weight she’d been carrying fell off her shoulders, and she just appreciated him so much. “Honestly, it’s a relief that you know the truth. I’m not sure I could hide it now that we’re living under the same roof.”