“How long? How long have you been shadowing me?”
“You make it sound like I was a damn stalker. I was watching out for you.”
I glared at him. “Answer it.”
“I knew about the New Bern trip. About your brother. And when you came back and they took you into custody. I’ve been around ever since. I turned down two jobs so I could stick around.”
The coffee pot chugged with steam. Vaughn pulled two cups from the cabinet and placed a mug in front of me. He searched the fridge for creamer and set it on the side. I kept my smile hidden. He knew exactly how I liked my coffee.
I stirred it into my coffee. He had been here. When I was hurting the most—he was here.
“Maybe we should start at the beginning instead of going backward,” I decided.
“Whatever you want to do.” He walked around the bar and sat on the barstool next to me. He looked incredibly sexy with the slight stubble on his chin.
“How did you get into this line of work?” I held the hot mug in my hands.
“Good question.” He paused to drink his coffee. “I mentioned I had a previous job. A dangerous one. I was an operative in a Special Forces unit for five years. I made a lot of contacts during my time in the military. When I resigned I was approached by one of those contacts to join a company. Let’s call it Blackwing.”
“And Blackwing, your company, this is what they do? Steal information?”
“I like to think of it as getting the information into the hands of people who can do something important with it. But I don’t get into the politics of it. That’s not what I’m paid for.”
“But you are paid?” I pressed. “I heard millions.”
Vaughn’s hand squeezed the inside of my thigh. I gasped. “You heard right.”
“If you already have millions of dollars, why keep doing it? Do you really need that much money?”
“You can never have too much money.”
“You like having all that money?”
He grinned wickedly. “I don’t think you realize what life is like as a millionaire. There’s nothing I can’t do. Nothing I can’t buy. Nowhere I can’t travel. I have complete control and freedom.”
I had to move on. I couldn’t get bogged down on one question. We could launch into ethical debates on everything I asked.
“Do you care what the information is? Do you choose your subjects?”
He shook his head. “No. I get a drop with the assignment. I do the research. I hand off the file. And they deposit money in my account. It’s pretty simple.”
“And this role you play. The women. Dating them until you get the target—do you enjoy it?” The words felt sticky coming off my tongue. It was one of the hardest parts of the story for me to digest.
“Sometimes.” His look pierced me.
“Did you love them?” My voice faltered. “Do you still love any of them?”
“Em, I’ve never fallen for any of them. It’s why I’m so good at what I do. It’s never happened.” He grinned. “Not until now. And damn it, if it hasn’t made everything in my life a fucking mess.” He laughed.
“You want me to take you for your word on that? I saw files of beautiful wealthy women you slept with and…”
“And nothing.” He gripped my wrists. “They were nothing. They were marks.”
“I don’t believe you.”
He pulled me off he stool, pinning my arms together. “I could have left whenever I wanted, but I didn’t. I could have convinced you to get Greer here much sooner. Weeks earlier. But I didn’t. I didn’t want the job to be over.” He kissed the side of my neck. “I never should have taken you to the winery.” He moved his lips to my throat. “I never should have helped you find that client.” He pushed the robe from my shoulder, so my breast was bare in front of him. “I never should have told you I loved you.” His eyes lit. “Once I was in, I was in too deep. So deep I forgot it was a job. That you were a target. That you weren’t the fucking reason I needed to live.”
I struggled to find a breath.