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Lenehan was to be brought up to the house immediately following his arrival to meet with Adam…and apparently me. The two men spoke a moment more, before Adam and I started back toward the house.
    Adam appeared preoccupied as we retraced our steps along the driveway, so we didn’t talk much. But I was thrilled that I’d be sitting in on this upcoming clandestine meeting with the contact. I had to say, Adam was certainly staying true to his promise to keep me apprised of as much as possible when it came to his secretive work dealings.
    It was still early in the day, but when we stepped into Adam’s Old World-meets-modern-executive study, the usually cool and calm Mr. Ward walked straight over to the credenza under the large picture window with a view of the sea and poured himself two fingers of aged Scotch. I knew that meant Adam was stressing.
    “Would you like one?” he asked, tilting his raised tumbler in my direction.
    I shook my head. “No, thanks.”
    I sank down on one of the plush leather chairs facing Adam’s ornately trimmed dark wooden desk. The expansive surface was as tidy as always. Adam wasn’t a fan of clutter, in business or in life.
    He passed behind my chair and gave my shoulder a light squeeze. “You holding up okay?” he asked.
    “Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?”
    Adam chuckled and took a sip of his scotch. “I suspect I’ll get through this unscathed, Madeleine. My concern lies more with you.”
    “What do you mean?”
    Adam tipped the tumbler back and polished off what was left. “I’m going to do everything I can to make sure you remain safe. However, there are some things you aren’t going to like. I need you to cooperate—”
    “Of course,” I interrupted.
    How could Adam think I’d be anything less than cooperative? Then again…
    “Madeleine,” Adam warned as he set his tumbler down gingerly on the desk, “let me finish.”
    Adam’s blues were as stormy as the churning ocean off in the distance. I rarely saw him this intense, and it certainly was intimidating. “Okay,” I replied meekly.
    Adam’s gaze softened. “I know it’s tough for you, Maddy, but you’re going to have to allow me to make most of the decisions until this is all over. Agent Lenehan will be working closely with us, making suggestions. Suggestions that will ultimately keep us both out of danger. I need for you not to be jealous.”
    What? Now I was perplexed.
    “Why would I be jealous of him?” I wondered out loud.
    I swear I saw Adam smirk before he cleared his throat and said, “Uh, there’s something I should mention about Agent Lenehan before—”
    A loud knock on the study door interrupted Adam.
    What had he been about to tell me about Agent Lenehan? Why would I be jealous of this person who’d be trying to keep us safe?
    I couldn’t imagine, but when Max walked in with the agent close on his heels, everything was made clear.
    What the hell?!
    Agent Lenehan wasn’t anything close to a James Bond type and certainly not a stuffy bureaucrat. In fact, Agent Lenehan wasn’t even a man, as I’d assumed.
    Nope. The agent who worked closely with Adam all the time was a woman—a very beautiful woman. She was so stunning she could pass for a model. This woman, who appeared to be in her late twenties, was truly that pretty.
    “Erin.” Adam stood to greet the long-legged agent.
    I checked Erin out more intently while she shook hands with Adam. Wavy strawberry-blond hair, eyes the color of liquid chocolate, a great body. Ugh, I was doomed.
    Does she always wear such short skirts and low-cut blouses around Adam? I wondered.
    I certainly hoped not. But then I remembered what Adam had just asked of me, so I tamped down the many pangs of jealousy hammering away at my self-confidence.
    “You must be Maddy Fitch,” Ms. Stunning said as she turned to me. “It’s great to finally meet you.”
    “Yep,” I muttered as I held out a shaky hand. “Maddy Fitch. That would be me.”
    “Adam