Untamed Sinner (Iron Ridge #4)

I want to push her.

I want a reaction from her—anything other than the mocking humor emanating from her. So I say, "Thomas Ashford hired me to find you."

She nods. "I know."

"You know." How the fuck is she always a step ahead of me?

"Gabriel called." She takes a sip of coffee, slow and deliberate. "He told me you'd be coming for me."

Fucking Gabriel Reyes. Their bond annoys the hell out of me. "Smart advice," I grit out.

"I don't run."

"Then you're an idiot."

“Maybe.” Her smile sharpens. "Or maybe I'm the only one smart enough to see what's really happening here."

"And what's that?" Crossing my arms, I lean against the sink. I already know I’m going to regret asking.

She sets the cup down and leans forward, elbows on the table. "You don't want to find me, Hendricks. You want an excuse to see me again."