Job. Money. Contract. Baby. Glass walls.
The words cut through her haze of lust and she remembered why she was here and what was at stake. Cady sucked in a breath, tossed her head back, lifted her chin and borrowed her mother’s you’re-on-the-path-to-hell look. “We’re going to go there, really?”
“Yeah, really.”
Beckett slapped his hand on a switch panel and the glass walls turned opaque and Amy, and her curious face, disappeared.
Cady had to smile. “Now that’s a cool trick.”
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