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"What if it’s not OK? What if I want to call my dad?"

He sits down at the table opposite me and opens up a folder "You are Sasha Aston, correct?"

"You know I aot off that plane So I was checked in"

"You came from…"

"Peru" I fill in the blank for hiht I ask?"

"I was at an archeological dig They found bones"

"Bones?"

"Dinosaur bones I’rad student It was a summer internship Why?"

He looks at me for a moment "Impressive And your father is Rutherford Aston IV?"

"Yes" I s hard Jesus Christ, we are totally busted for sohappen tome ma’am I’m twenty-four and you look like you’re about thirty"

He eyes e of his nose "Thirty? I don’t look thirty I’m twenty-seven"

"What?" I have to shake ent Jax? If I’e in the folder just as I stand up, and produces a photograph that steals all my breath away

"Do you know this man, Miss Aston? Can you identify him for us?"

I shake my head as I study Nick’s face His perfect face The blond hair, the brown eyes The steely gaze I can picture his Live your life, he told ent Jax’s face "Why?"

"Take another look, Miss Aston How about this one?"

This time, Nick is shirtless His whole body is covered in tattoos His chest, his arms, his neck And when I look closely, even his hands have tattoos on theain "No, sir Sorry"

"H, Miss Aston Or should I call you Miss Cherlin?"