Ace's POV I almost believed her. That was the first problem. Noel stood just inside my office door with her bag on her shoulder and let the sentence sit. She didn't repeat it. She didn't dress it up. She had Natasha's face, every line of it, the same mouth, the same jaw, and none of it moved the way Natasha's did. Natasha's face told you things whether she meant it to or not. Noel's gave you only what she'd decided to hand over. "You don't say her name in this building," I said. "I haven't said it yet, sweetheart." Mild as milk. "I said your fiancée." "Then say what you came to say." "Not here." Her eyes went past me to the wall behind my desk, the one my office shared with Marcus's. "There's a man on the other side of that who'd record me breathing if he thought it might help. Tomorrow, four o'clock, the tearoom at the Alder. Alone, Ace. If I see Marcus, or Felix, or some stranger with his phone propped a little too carefully against a laptop, I'll finish my tea and go
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