"It required note-taking. I can take notes."
"Your notes are illegible."
"My notes are creative." Miles was watching me with that look, the one that said he’d already reached a conclusion and was waiting for me to catch up. "Do you want me to back off?"
"Back off from what?"
"From Anna. Because if there’s something there…"
"There’s nothing there. She’s my assistant."
"Right." Miles nodded slowly. "Your assistant. Who you took to a meeting instead of your VP. Who you drove personally in your car. Your assistant."
"Is there a problem there?"
"Are you interested in her?" he smirked.
"Don’t be absurd."
"It’s a yes or no question."
"It’s an irrelevant question. She works for me."
Miles stood, brushed off his trousers, and walked to the door. He stopped with his hand on the frame and looked back at me.
"You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were jealous this morning."
"Goodnight, Miles."
"Because your face when you saw me holding her hand…"
"Goodnight, Miles."
He grinned. "Night, big brother."
The door closed behind him and the penthouse went quiet. I sat in the chair, watching the city lights blur below.
Am I interested in her?
Dr. Adler’s voice came back to me, unbidden.What you’re describing is your nervous system making an exception. That doesn’t happen by accident.
Miles’s question sat in the room like a third person.
Are you interested in her?
I solved the cube. Put it down. Picked it up. Solved it again.
Twenty-one seconds. But my hands were still wrong.
Why was it so hard to focus?
CHAPTER 10
Anna
Miles ambushed me at the coffee machine on Thursday morning.
"Hey," he said, smiling wide. "How’s it going? You look great, by the way. Your hair looks really nice today."
