Avery figured one word from Ryker was all it usually
took to get heads nodding and feet scrambling. And yet,
there she stood, watching him as though he were about to
make out with her family's silver.
His lips curled into that arrogant but devastating
trademark smile. "Let me know when you're ready to play
anything besides this cat and mouse game. You can start by
telling me who you really are."
"My family name? Well that's none of your business. Or
anyone else's for that matter." She heard her own voice
rise and quiver toward the end of her sentence
defensively. She took a lot of pride in her
accomplishments, especially because she hadn't used her
family name to get them. She'd worked for them. Hard. And
no one had the right to dig into her past or question her
"Covering tracks are you?" he asked. "The hallmark of a
She froze as his gaze landed hard on hers. He was
trying to rattle her. Fine. She'd be damned if she'd bite.
Instead, she leaned back and folded her arms. "You had me
investigated. Why don't you tell me who I am?"
Cold, calculating anger scored his brown eyes. "As a
general rule I like to know who I'm doing business with
beforehand. The only reason for the investigation."
Ryker's gaze narrowed to slits. "What I'd like to know is
why you're so determined to refuse my job?"