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Mostly because I’m waiting for the exact same thing.

“Your protection is my top priority.”

“I know that. Which is why I showed her all the new safety features in this office. Somehow, that backfired. Big time, actually.”

“The security system made her feel less secure?”

“It just seemed to signal to her that I was in imminent danger.” She bites her lip. “I told you it was overkill.”

“Nothing is overkill when it comes to keeping you safe.”

“See? That is why I know she’ll come to love you like I do.” I give her a look, and she giggles. “Well, notexactlylike I do.”

I grab her by the waist and steer her towards the door. “I don’t care about what your friend thinks about me, Paige. I only care what you think of me.”

She smiles and rests her head back against my chest. “Then you’re in luck. Because I think the world of you.” I kiss the top of her head, and she sighs. “Today was so good, Misha. It was so great to be in actual clothes. To see people, talk business, do work. I needed this.”

When we reach the garage, I help her into my Bentley. But even as I close her door, my eyes are roving. As I walk around to the driver’s seat, I’m scanning every corner, every nook, every cranny, every shadow. Nothing seems amiss, but I know enough not to believe in calmness on the surface.

Someone is watching us, even if I can’t see them.

“How was your day?” Paige asks as I drive deeper into the city.

“Fine.”

“That’s it?” she asks. “You have nothing more to share with me?”

“Not really.”

She frowns. “Okay. We’ll have to work on that.”

I turn the corner and she seems to realize that we’re driving in the wrong direction. “Are we going somewhere?”

I’m busy trying to determine if the red sedan behind us is tailing us or just happens to be traveling in the same direction. “Yes, we are.”

“Dinner at a fancy restaurant?”

“Dinner, yes. Restaurant, no. But we’ll have an amazing view.”

“Am I supposed to guess?”

I drive straight at the intersection and watch as the red sedan takes a left. My grip on the steering wheel eases slightly.We’re fine. Everything is going to be fine.

“Too late for guesses. We’re here.” I drive up to the endless, black-glassed skyscraper that houses Konstantin’s den of sin.

Paige looks out the window in confusion. She turns to me with a raised eyebrow. “You are full of surprises, Misha Orlov.”

I smile. “Just trying to keep you interested.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’m in no danger of losing interest.” She laughs, and despite everything that’s going on right now, that laugh—it’s like honey to my soul.

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PAIGE

I turn in another circle and nod. “Alright, final analysis: I’m impressed.”

“By what, exactly?” Misha scoffs. “The complete lack of personality in this penthouse?”

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