The sight of her lush lower lip caught between her teeth. The primness of her saying “biblical sense” instead of “fucking” or “screwing” or a million other coarse words had his cock rock hard. Making it a struggle to focus on other matters. “Do you think she’s the one who gave your information to Kevin?” He managed to keep his voice and expression neutral.

“Maybe. But then why did she say she was glad to see me alive and well?”

“That response could have been triggered by guilt.”

“I suppose.” Sarah glanced out the side window, exhaled. “Do you think she has my files?”

“I don’t know.”

“I just . . . I want my damned ID.” Sarah’s frustration was evident in her voice. “Once I have it, I’ll have access to my funds and won’t be beholden to anyone ever again.” Mick hadn’t thought past keeping her safe and helping sort things out. Hadn’t thought much about the fact that she had a life she was going to return to that didn’t include him. “I should have asked Phillip what happened to my parents’ homes. I hope he didn’t sell them.” Her hand alighted on his knee. “They have a wonderful apartment in the Hampshire House on Fifty-Seventh with an expansive view overlooking Central Park. And the house in the Hamptons—I have so many memories tied up in those places.”

“I’m sure they are very beautiful.” His voice sounded stiff.

She tipped her head at him like a curious chickadee, her sky-blue eyes shining bright. “You okay?”

“Of course.”

She studied his face, the joy in her eyes dimming. “I’m being insensitive. A member of your team passed away unexpectedly. I imagine it’s a shock.”

“Any life lost is one too many. However, I’d be remiss if I led you to believe I’m reeling in grief. I should feel something, but I don’t. Numb really. Maybe it hasn’t set in? Or maybe I’m just an insensitive brute, incapable of the higher feelings that other people have?”

“Bullshit.”