'Out of everyone,' his gripped tensed against the leather steering. 'Why did it have to be her?'
Katherine told X where he'd be.
His sister.
That was the part his brain kept returning to as the city blurred past the windows. Not the mission.
Katherine.
Who had sat across from him at that dinner table three days ago with her French accent and her classified net worth and her expression of mild amusement at everything.
She'd known why he was there. He'd thought it was the news. The assembly. The Moretti situation.
It explained why the daughter who didn't care about their father's money was suddenly at his assembly.
It wasn't.
She was making sure he would be there too.
He pressed the accelerator.
* * *
The Monrrow name opened most doors in this city without a word being said. Katherine's building was not most doors.
