Reece set the phone back on the cradle and turned calmly toward Kit. “Don’t give me that innocent goat look!” She stomped across the tiled floors, hands on her hips. “You’re a better agent than letting some girl get silly over you!” “It's …” He looked back to the paper where he’d written his notes, feeling helpless. No, desperate. “Don’t worry. I’m taking care of it.” She cursed. “It's true—you’ve fallen for her.” Kit slammed the metal tea kettle onto a gas burner. “How can you be so daft?” He spun to her. “I said I’m taking care of it!” Then her slip of the tongue registered. “Wait. Who's talking?” Her brows knitted together. Kit covered her mouth, her eyes glossing as she shook her head. Finally, she slumped and braced herself against the counter. “Did you learn nothing from Chloe?” He stalked to her. “Tell me who's talking?” “You’ve compromised her safety and yours.” Sorrow plowed into her sweet face. “They’ll pull you, Reece.”
