The Deal

“So,” Marcus said finally, resting his elbows on the table, “What does Chloe want?”

Chloe smiled faintly, her fingers brushing the rim of her glass. “Laugh out loud.”

He tilted his head, studying her. “You always were ambitious. When I last saw you, you were still trying to prove you could stand in the same room with my son.”

“That was a long time ago,” she replied evenly. “Things change.”

Marcus’s eyes narrowed, as if he could see through the practiced ...