Vivienne's POV
He didn't answer immediately.
Not because he was finding an answer. I could see from his face that the answer was already there. He was deciding something else. Whether to give it to me with anything around it or whether to give it to me plain.
He gave it to me plain.
"Yes," he said.
I looked at him.
"The decision to come myself was calculated," he said. "The decision to use the restaurant instead of a formal approach was calculated. The apron was calculated." He held my gaze. "All of that was a plan. A specific plan with a specific professional purpose that had nothing to do with what it became."
I stood at my window.
The city behind me.
"How calculated," I said. "Be exact."
He nodded slowly. The nod of a man who had accepted that exact was what was required and w
