me rush having settled into a low m

king at a lobster salad she could

steak with surgical precision. "Yo

toward the window, her expression a mask of vaca

our file in Zurich is empty. No records, no history. That's rare.

tened on her napk

aurant died. Silence rippled

a tu

s rolling through

ad shoulders perfectly. His face was a mask of cold indifference, but his ey

her plate. The sound was lik

im. In t

han she remembered, an

r table. He didn't look at

hair fall forward to curtain her f

up. "To what do we owe the honor? I

deep, resonating in Evita's chest. "I wanted to s

ightly, facing Evita.

s a c

go unfocused, her mouth slightly slack. She adopted the

e was searching for the spark he

othing. Just a

of disappointme

ing with sarcasm. "I heard you picked up my leftovers. Th

ure," Julian replied smoothly. "Besides

ened. The double mea

t wait for an answer. He signaled a waiter.

O'Connell had forced her to drink. The

The aroma wafted across the tab

heen of sweat broke

y. "Is something wrong, Mis

aid quickly, placing a hand o

ard O'Connell bought her a very expensive drink

of her thigh, hard. The sharp pain grounded her.

tution," Julian said, his

s eyes never leaving Evita's face. "I pr

ed. He was testing her. Pushing butto

ded to

her knee against the table leg.

darling," J

ay, her limp sli

It was clumsy, yes. But her stride... the length of h

aid. He spun his chair