The detachment he felt at the display was almost amusing to him now. What a trained dog he was after two weeks of marriage and only a few months before that of courtship. There was only one woman for him. Now and forever. But this one was interesting. In a purely professional sense. He watched her as she fiddled with the palms of one of the potted trees old man Reynolds had all around the greenhouse, and then slipped something from her compact black evening clutch into the dirt. She was acting so oddly that he had followed her here to the greenhouse, taking care to stay out of sight. Old habits died hard and Vik had been a spy for over a decade. When something was wrong, he could just feel it. Probably why he’d made it out alive after all this time. And something about the slutty gorgeous blonde was all wrong. For one thing, she was too nervous. For another, this type never wandered away from the crowd—unless she was meeting someone to fuck. Half thinking that may be all there was to it, he trailed her at a proper distance and hid when she turned down the long hallway to the greenhouse, following a second or two later at a safe distance.
