“I guess I’m early.”
Spinning on the spot, all of her thoughts jarred to an abrupt halt when she identified the man who had spoken. “Oh my God,” she whispered, forgetting to inhale before she sealed her lips.
“Kahlil Samara,” he said, coming into the room with his hand extended.
Her body went into lockdown. She was so stiff, she couldn’t move, though her eyes were doing a crazy job of trying to find any troops he might have brought with him. He got over to her and stopped, lifting his hand higher as he smiled.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, casting off her surprise so as not to betray how he’d caught her off guard.
She and Kahlil had met months ago in the Grand Hotel conference room during Grant’s negotiations into selling Game Time. But she’d been aware of him before then afte
