Richmond POV

As I walked beside Vanya toward my black sedan, I couldn't stop stealing glances at her profile. Every angle of her face, every gesture she made, reminded me more and more of the brave girl who had saved me fifteen years ago. But I needed to be absolutely certain before I revealed who I really was.

"This is your car?" she asked, looking surprised as I opened the passenger door for her.

"Company car," I lied smoothly, helping her into the leather seat. "One of the perks of ...