Chapter 6

The afternoon sun slanted through the blinds in Nathan's office, painting stripes of gold across the floor.

I sat on the edge of his massive desk, legs crossed, one foot swinging lazily through the air.

"We got Newlands." I tossed the file in front of him, my tone casual, like I was mentioning something unimportant.

Nathan didn't even look at it. His gaze was fixed on my bare legs, his expression unreadable.

"Happy?" he asked.

"Very." I smiled. "My first real gift to Mr. Grant. He's probably in his office right now, ready to commit murder."

"He is." Nathan rose…