For a long moment, Briar said nothing. She stared at him, calm on the surface but raging inside. Here she was again — cornered, forced to choose between silence and betrayal.
She hated it.
And yet, as she had done before, she found herself lying for Damien Thorne once again.
“Mr. Lee,” she said carefully, forcing the words out evenly, “I don’t know anything about Mr. Thorne. He had nothing to do with me leaving Denver. I moved to Boulder to get out of the city and pursue new opportunities.”
Steve arched a brow, his skepticism plain. “Opportunities?” he asked, glancing pointedly at the espresso machine and the trays of sandwiches behind her. “In what, exactly? Coffee grinding? Sandwich making?”
He leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice until it became almost persuasive. “I can s
