Third person pov
Her mind stilled. He’s going to know, she thought. And when she finally looked up again, she saw it in his eyes, the quiet recognition. He knew. Of course he knew. Rowan Hayes never walked into anything blind.
“You already figured it out, didn’t you?” she asked softly, though it wasn’t really a question.
Rowan tilted his head slightly, watching her. “You make it sound like it was difficult,” he said. His voice wasn’t mocking, just calm, matter-of-fact. “You were too polished to be a regular assistant. The way you handled negotiations, the way people deferred to you at Quinn Group meetings, it wasn’t hard to see there was more to the story.”
Liora’s stomach twisted. “Then why didn’t you say anything?” she whispered.
“Because you didn’t want me to,” Rowan sa
