*Olivia*

I stepped out of the car, resisting the urge to peer over my shoulder at Andre. The last thing I wanted to do was give him away. Not that I’d lie about having security details. I just didn’t want to call attention to his identity.

The folder fit into my purse. I wanted it there just in case he needed a friendly reminder of what I could do to him. I doubted he’d forget, though. He was screwed politically, professionally, and ...