"Do you need anything, Mr. Parker?" Laila asked, her voice honey-sweet.
He didn't answer.
Instead, he turned his head.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
My breath caught.
For the first time since I'd started working at Parker Wines, Leonard Parker looked directly at me in front of everyone.
Our eyes met.
His expression was unreadable.
Then, almost imperceptibly, one corner of his mouth lifted.
Not a smile.
A victory.
"Good morning, Blair."
His voice was calm.
Warm.
As though greeting me had become the most natural thing in the world.
Before I could react, he opened the glass door and disappeared into his office.
The door clicked shut behind him.
Silence settled over the reception area.
I couldn't move.
Couldn't breathe.
He knew.
There was no doubt anymore.
The man outside the sh
