Zach gave me a side-eye. “It’s irrelevant where she’s staying.”

“It’s far from irrelevant, and you know it. She has access to Reid Wolfe’s apartment, which means she has access to his files. His bedroom.”

“I’d never look at his files!” I exclaimed.

“Mr. Wolfe doesn’t keep business files in his home,” Zach said. “If you want files, you’ll have to subpoena them, not rely on hearsay from Ms. Jones.” He stood for the second time. “This is over. Let’s go, Zee.”

I stood, still trembling, and allowed Zach to lead me out of the room.

“This isn’t over,” came Morgan’s voice.

Reid was waiting outside. “Everything okay?”

“We need to talk,” Zach said. “Now.”

“What is it?”

“Not here,” he said. “The coffee shop around the corner.”

We walked out of the precinct and then a little less than a block to the coffee shop. We took an outdoor table.

“They’re not done,” Zach said. “I think Lacey’s arrest is a ruse to make the rest of you a little more lax. They want you to trip up.”

“Fuck,” Reid said.

“All Morgan wanted to ask Zee about was you. About your relationship.”

“There isn’t a relationship.”

Though Reid’s words cut through my heart like a sharp blade, I showed no bodily reaction. I was still numb, though tears were flowing inside me.

There isn’t a relationship.

After last night… All we’d shared…

But this was Reid Wolfe. Known rake. The Wolfe of Manhattan.

Of course there was no relationship.

“That’s not what Morgan thinks,” Zach said. “Apparently he knows she spent last night in your bedroom.”

Reid dropped his gaze to the table, but only for a split second. “That’s not his business.”

“Of course it’s not, and I told him that. But if this woman means something to you, he’s going to try to get to you through her.”

This woman? I huffed. “I’m sitting right here. I have a name. Stop talking about me like I’m not here.”

I waited then. Waited for Reid to say I meant nothing to him. That I was just his current bed warmer and I’d be heading back home to Las Vegas soon. After all, I had a job—a job a lot of dancers in Vegas would kill for. I couldn’t be gone forever or I’d risk losing it.

But Reid stayed silent.

“Reid…” Zach prodded. “I need to know. I can’t help you protect her if I don’t.”

Reid inhaled slowly. “She means something to me.”

I gasped, my body still numb but warm numb this time. It wasn’t confession of love, but it was a start.

Or did he just not want to say the opposite in front of me?

Surely he wouldn’t lie to his attorney.

“Is that the truth?” Zach asked.