Natalie’s POV If this was supposed to be a fake date, someone forgot to tell my heartbeat. The Box had come alive around us — a blur of gold light, laughter, and pulsing bass. Whatever nerves I’d had before had melted away into the rhythm of the room. Luciano was in his element — charming, calm, the perfect date. Every time I laughed, he looked at me like I was saying the funniest thing in the world. The plan was working. Carte Blanche was still at the bar, pretending not to watch us, but his phone had been up more than once. We were getting his attention. Mission: accomplished. “Hungry?” Luke asked, his voice soft enough that it felt private, even in the chaos. I nodded. “Starving. Spy work burns calories.” He smirked and signaled for the waiter. Soon, our table filled with plates that looked too good to eat — truffle fries, steak skewers, mini lobster rolls, and champagne so cold it made the glasses sweat. I bit into a fry, leaning back with a satisfied hum. “If fake
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