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Chapter 55

Flynn

As Anna stared up at me, I gave her question some thought.

I didn't want to answer.

Michelle was a surveillance expert all right, but she hadn't been hired by me. She'd been hired by Felicity.

I'd known Michelle for a few years now because she'd done some work for Felicity in the past. So when I'd spotted herhere, in Sugar Falls a few months back, I'd known that it couldn't be a coincidence.

I'd soon caught up with her, and we'd had a little talk. As a result, her mission had changed considerably.

Her official job?Spying on me and reporting back to Felicity.

Her unofficial job?Reporting any trouble to meandgiving Felicity just enough information to keep her from sending someone else.

Yeah, I was bribing her, which meant that Michelle was working for both of us – Felicity up front and me on the sly.

I hadn't given the arrangement much thought until the day Michelle had given me a heads-up about Ronnie. Even by paparazzi standards, Ronnie was a total shit-bag, willing to do just about anything to get some fun footage of someone at their worst.

Knowing Felicity, she'd hiredhim, too. She did have a history of that sort of thing.

As far as Michelle, I'd come to appreciate the idea of someone watching Anna's back when I wasn't with her. But Anna didn't need to know any of this, so all I said was, "Hey, it's part of the job."

"Whose job? Hers?"

"No. Yours."

At this, Anna didn't look happy. "So let me get this straight," she said. "Being followed is part of my job?"

"She's not 'following' you. She's just going where you are."

Anna made a sound of protest. "But that's the same thing."

"In public," I clarified.

This much was true. According to Michelle, her newest mission was to let Felicity know when Anna was flaming out, so Felicity could fly in like a vulture to pick at the carcass of what used to be our relationship.

"And," I continued, "it's not all the time."

Anna rolled her eyes. "Well that changes everything."

Obviously, Anna had never been tailed non-stop. "Trust me," I said. "It could be worse." I gave her a serious look. "And now you need to do me a favor."

"What kind of favor?"

"Pretend to not notice her."

"Why?" Anna said. "I mean if she's working for you—"

"Just do it, all right?" Maybe I was being a dick, but it was for Anna's own good, whether she realized it or not.

"All right," she said. "Then I want a favor in return."

Shit.

Anna had that look in her eye. I knew that look. She was going to ask the question that I didn't want to answer.