Sitting with my back flush against the dining room wall, I meet Nolan’s gaze. “That door won’t be enough to keep them out.” I pause. “And neither will the enforcers you stick in front of it.”

He studies me without expression, then he reaches a hand to touch my face. At the last second, just before he makes contact, I move aside.

For a long moment, his hand hangs in the space between us before he lowers it. His expression still doesn’t betray the slightest hint of anger. “That ...