Chapter 8

“How twisted you are,” I tease.

“That’s why I’m so good at my job. Come on, go,” she says, pointing to the corner where Marcus has just been. He can’t have gone very far. She hugs me hastily, and Wyatt gives me a squeeze on the shoulder before they both mingle with the rest of the guests.

I stay where I am for a moment longer, scanning the faces of those passing by, searching the crowd for Marcus while mentally rehearsing what I’m going to say to him. He needs to see the advantages of joining the project, and I’m determined to reason with him by emphasizing its many pros and very few cons.

And yes, I know that working with me clearly goes against his feelings. But let’s face it, Marcus wouldn’t have risen so high in the business world if he didn’t have the ability to put his emotions aside when necessary. We understand