Falling For The Enemy. Dawn Stewardson
nodded. His people almost never let him down. They knew that anyone who did it once wouldn’t be around to do it again.
EVERY TIME SHE HEARD footsteps in the hallway outside the office, Hayley froze. Thus far, though, none of them had belonged to Sloan Reeves.
She was starting to wonder if he’d actually bother “stopping by,” as he’d so casually put it. Maybe he’d just call, avoid having to deliver the bad news face-to-face.
She told herself not to assume the worst. But promising he’d try to convince Fitzgerald and actually doing it were two different things. Even if he honestly did his “level best,” believing she at least had a chance of getting what she wanted was probably just a pipe dream.
It was all she had to cling to, though. And thinking about going day after day without seeing Max, about how the ordeal would be even harder on him if—
“Dr. Morgan? Gentleman would like to see you.”
When she looked up her throat went dry. Sloan Reeves was standing beside the correctional officer.
“Thank you,” she managed to say. “I...there’s no need to wait. I’ll see Mr. Reeves out of the secure area when we’re done.”
The officer nodded, then headed off, while Sloan stepped into the office and closed the door.
As he turned back toward her, she searched his chiseled face for a clue to Billy’s decision. She saw none.
“Mind if I switch this on?” he asked, taking a tiny tape recorder from his suit pocket and setting it on her desk.
“No.” But why would he want to tape their conversation?
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