Smoothing a hand over her fluttering stomach, she lifted her gaze to his. She doubted he’d bugged the office. He didn’t know she’d gone for a ride with Cole on Tuesday, or almost screwed him on a picnic table. They were tracking Cole’s locations, not spying on him.She hoped.“I have to remove you from this assignment,” Damon said.Her heart sank. “Why?”“Why do you think?”Mia had no idea. There were so many possibilities. She’d violated more professional standards than she could count.“Don’t play dumb,” Damon said. “He’s panting over you.”She gathered her cell phone and notebook, trying to collect herself. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”Damon didn’t respond to the accusation. “I’m concerned for your safety.”“What about his? You asked me to monitor his stress levels and give an evaluation, but you’re clearly not interested in his well-being. You want to make him uncomfortable and force him to take risks.”“I want him to give me information, like he promised.
