One week. He would give himself one week to get it done. It wasn’t a lot of time, but maybe if he directed more of his focus to doing the work he’d actually been sent here to do, instead of falling in love with a coworker—

Daniel tripped over an orange traffic cone used to delineate the car lot’s walkway.

“You okay?” Quentin asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good,” he replied.

Falling in love?

What in the hell was he talking about? He couldn’t be there yet. No way would he own up to something that over the top. Shit, he’d been with Joelle for six years, and it took at least half that long before he’d considered himself in love with her.

“Hey, you mind if I ask you something?” Quentin asked.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Why’d you turn down the offer Dwyer made to you?”

Daniel’s head reared back. “How do you know about that?”

Quentin just stared at him, one thick brow cocked.

Dammit, he should have known the two men talked. He’d suspected Dwyer was the one who’d requested the Department of Homeland Security place Quentin in the apartment with Daniel, and not the other way around.

“He couldn’t share much about what’s happening in Vegas, but from what he did share this seems like the kind of case that would spring you over quite a few rungs of that career ladder.”

“I told him that I want to see this job through,” Daniel finally answered.

“He could always send someone else to take over the Trendsetters case.”

“It’s not that easy. We had to put this case off for months because Trendsetters’ hiring process is so selective,” he pointed out.

“If Lowell Dwyer needs to make it happen, he’ll make it happen,” Quentin said. He folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the driver’s side door of a Dodge Ram pickup. “Try again.”

Daniel squared his shoulders and assumed a matching pose. “What do you want me to say?”

“That you got in too deep with Samiah Brooks and now you’re not sure if you can get out. Or if you even want out.”

Fuck. He was obviously as transparent as the windshields on these used cars.

Daniel dropped his head to his chest and sucked in a breath. His head popped up at the sound of Quentin’s laughter.

“You find this funny?”

“Yes,” he replied. “Hilarious, in fact. Do you think you’re the first one this has happened to, young buck? How do you think I met my wife?”

Daniel couldn’t help his grin. “You’re shitting me.”

“Nope.” Quentin shook his head. “I was still at DEA. She was an informant. Her baby brother got caught up in some rough shit and, being the bold, fearless woman that she is, she volunteered to be used as bait.”