“Sure it would.” Zeke smirked. “Wrong to strike back at the criminal who snuck into your office and went through your personal files.” He stroked his scruffy jaw, then said something entirely unexpected. “You’re smitten with her.”

My mouth dropped open. “Excuse me?”

He gave me a look. “I saw the way you visited her desk earlier.” As I began to protest, he stood and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I get the appeal. Just make sure you don’t lose your edge because you have a thing for our enemy’s sister.”

“Fuck off.” I seethed, even though I knew he’d hit the mark. “That won’t be happening. In case you’ve forgotten, Tom Lennox is my enemy. Not ours. And his sister is nothing more than a tool.”

Zeke stared at me, his black gaze intense. “Keep it that way. Oh, and just so you know, Lennox is our enemy, not just yours. We’re partners. You aren’t alone in this.”

My rising temper ebbed. “I appreciate that.”

I tamped down what remained of my anger and reminded myself that as a former spy, Zeke simply didn’t know how to behave like a normal person. He was all about collecting intel and manipulating pieces into place.

“I’m not sure where I’d be without you.” He shrugged, making light of what he’d said. “I like my life now, so let’s not do anything to screw it up.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I rolled my eyes and waved a hand at the door. “Get back to work, Watts.” Then I had a thought. “Wait a second. Have you found anything on Lennox yet?”

“Not anything worthwhile.” He made a face. “But there’s something. Trust me, I get a vibe from the guy. We’ll keep looking.”

“Thanks.” He raised a hand as he left, and I pondered the puzzle of Tom Lennox. “What are you involved in?”

Chapter Seven

Willow

I felt more excited about a project than I had in years. I hated that working for the competition had gotten my creative juices flowing, but I couldn’t seem to shut them off. My boss had been receptive to my ideas for the social media plan and suggested I put together a presentation for the founders so we could get the official go-ahead. I’d been beavering away since then. I hadn’t even had much chance to think about how I could take advantage of my access to Ronan’s computer systems like I should have. After four days, Tom was getting impatient. He wanted something to show for my presence here. And telling him that I was having too much fun making a presentation didn’t seem like a valid reason for dropping the ball.

“Hey, girl.”

I glanced up and smiled at Imani, who’d managed to approach without me hearing.

She scanned my work. “This is brilliant. They’re going to love it.” She shifted her weight. “We’re all going to The Castle after work today. Want to come?”

I hesitated. “I don’t know…” The Castle was a popular bar, and I didn’t really want to socialize with anyone who worked here. Things were messy enough. I needed to maintain a clear line in the sand. I was here for Lennox Securities, not to have a good time. Besides, Tom would throw a hissy fit if he found out. “I really shouldn’t. My roommate will be expecting me home for dinner.”