Fatal Deception by Katie Reus

she headed into the kitchen. Even though she hadn’t slept more than an hour or so, she still felt surprisingly refreshed. She might not have a clue where her and Harrison’s relationship was headed, but being honest with him had lifted an incredible weight from her chest. It was as if she could breathe freely for the first time in years. They’d also had sex so many times last night that she was slightly sore in the best way possible. When they’d finally drifted off to sleep, he’d pulled her back against his chest and held her tight.
    As she stepped inside the kitchen, she hungrily drank in the sight of Harrison leaning against the island. Wearing tailor-made black pants and a crisp white shirt rolled up at the sleeves that showed off his muscular arms, he was talking on his cell phone in clipped tones. When he saw her, he nodded once, the action curt.
    She paused for a moment, but then he gave her a ghost of a smile and motioned toward the file he’d laid out as he continued talking. It took her a moment to figure it out, but she realized he was definitely talking to his father. Oh yeah, Richard Caldwell was no doubt pissed now that he’d found out about her background. That man liked to know everything about everyone and with his background in the CIA, he’d be almost as angry as Harrison that she’d lied. Not that she was particularly concerned about her father-in-law’s opinion. She just cared about making things right with Harrison.
    Tuning out the conversation, she flipped open the maroon file folder. Inside were pictures of Neville Perdue during his trial. Seeing his handsome face soured her stomach. Tall, blond, muscular and good looking, he could be so charming when he wanted to that it made her sick. The trial hadn’t been that long and while the publicity had been hyped up at first, a celebrity scandal had happened around the same time and overshadowed Perdue’s moment in the spotlight. Something she was sure had pleased him. He’d been so angry when the media ripped his life apart for public consumption.
    She pushed the photos to the side, not caring about them. She knew what the man looked like. Scanning the few pages of notes, she nodded as she read key phrases. Harrison had the pertinent details of what had happened. As he disconnected his call, she looked up. “You’ve got all the basics. Perdue ran a sex ring for over a decade and we brought him down.” Just like she’d told him.
    “There’s nothing about you in there, though. No mention of Cait Chilcott.” Harrison’s eyes were guarded this morning, making her wonder if last night hadn’t meant as much to him as it had to her.
    Instead of showing her disappointment that he was all business right now, she nodded. “There wouldn’t be. I’m sure when the CIA shares files with MI6 they don’t give actual agents’ names. Just details and facts.”
    His mouth pulled into a thin line as he flicked a glance at the file, then looked back at her. “So what’s not in there that I’m missing?”
    “Perdue hates me specifically and that’s why he’s in Miami. This is very personal for him. My contact with MI6 thinks there’s a leak and he’s right. There’s no way Perdue should have been able to track me down, but he’s already killed four other people involved with the case—not agents, former colleagues of his who turned evidence against him—and I’m pretty sure I’m the last person he’s coming after. The fact that he was able to get out of prison is impressive in itself, but not unheard of. But the fact that he has my information means he has a contact and my guess is whoever his contact is will be waiting for a big payoff. When we brought Perdue down we were convinced he had more bank accounts, but he never talked. Why would he?” She snorted softly. He’d been caught and given no chance of a reduced sentence. He’d had no reason to cooperate with them.
    “Why is this personal for him?” There was no visible chink