Maeve burst into Carter's office at 8:59 AM, breathless and disheveled. Carter looked up from his desk, took in her appearance with one sharp glance, and his expression went glacial.
"You're late."
"I'm here, aren't I?" She smoothed her hair, tried to look composed.
"Where were you?"
"Getting coffee with Cameron. Is that a crime?"
Carter stood slowly, moved around the desk with predatory grace. "Don't lie to me, Maeve. You were at Cedars-Sinai. Room 4012. With Miranda."
Her blood turned to ice. "How did you…"
"I have security monitoring Miranda's room. For her protection and mine." He stopped inches from her, close enough that she could smell his cologne, expensive, subtle, suffocating. "Did you really think I wouldn't know? That I'd just let you waltz into enemy territory without c
