Chapter 57

Nick nods as he processes the information.

“Who else?”

I open the next file.

“Allison Monro.”

“She did the Petri Museum in Seattle. I know her.”

“She’s also designed some very interesting residences that could serve as models for bungalows on the island.” I hand Nick a picture of one of Monro’s houses—when the intercom buzzes.

“I know you said no interruptions, but Mr. Steele is here,” Rachel says. “And since you’re in a meeting with Miss Brooks, I thought I should let you know he wants to steal a moment of her time.”

I freeze, arm outstretched, body tense. I’ve been like this ever since Rachel spoke his name.

Nick looks at me, then picks up the photo. The movement breaks the spell, and I lean back, praying he doesn’t notice my heart pounding against my ribs.

“Okay,” Nick says, placing Monro’s photo on the table, right on top of Traynor’s file. “Show him in.”

A moment passes, then another. The door opens. Marcus steps insid