Top of the Rock, ten at night. Too many people for a Tuesday. Cameras flashing. Kids squealing. Couples pressed together against the glass like the whole skyline belonged to them.
And me, standing at the railing, pretending to be alone while my stomach churned. Adrian was somewhere in the crowd. His men too. But I was the bait. I had to look exposed, vulnerable.
Which was funny, in a twisted way. After weeks of being actually exposed and vulnerable, now I was just pretending.
“Mrs. Cross.”
The voice slipped in low, right behind me. I turned.
Charles Brennan. Calm as ever. Blending in like he was just another rich man enjoying the view. Nice jacket, nice shoes, smile that could sell innocence to anyone who didn’t know better.
“Charles.”
“You came.” He looked pleased, smug even. “I wa
