"I need more, Amy. I need more blind spots. I need you to get closer to him."
A short, breathy chuckle escaped my lips before I could stop it. I stared at Cole, waiting for him to crack a smile, to lean back against the booth and tell me he was only just screwing with me.
"You're joking, right?" I asked with a nervous smile which faltered at the end when I noticed his expression didn't change.
His blue eyes stayed locked on mine. He didn't laugh… he didn't even blink. "I'm dead serious, Ames."
The reality of what he was really asking crashed over me, making the loud, chaotic energy of the diner fade into a dull, underwater hum. He wasn't joking; he really expected me to act as his personal spy.
"No," I said quickly.
Cole blinked, taken aback by my response. It was probably the first
