Page 7 of Marrying a Spy

Why did she have to look so beautiful? Even in his wildest dreams, he hadn’t pictured her as she was right now, standing in front of him and glaring in his direction.

“What are you doing here?” she asked as she folded her arms.

“Sophia,” Jazzy said in the commanding voice she’d used when she would find the two of them out back, making out.

“What? He shows up at my work and now here?” Sophia waved her hands in his direction.

Noah glanced at her, braving her wrath. Even though every part of him wanted to pass by her and walk out the door, he knew he couldn’t do that. Too many people could get hurt if he failed.

All he needed to do was gain access to James, and then he’d leave. Sophia would remain intact, and they would finally put a very bad man behind bars. Everyone would win.

So he summoned all the courage he could and forced a smile. “I need to talk to you,” he said, hoping he looked repentant.

Sophia studied him for a moment but then turned and walked away.

As he watched her retreat he sighed. This was going to be harder than he thought. And that was saying something, because he’d assumed that there was no way on this planet she would help him.

Jazzy had a sorrowful expression on her face. “I’ll talk to her. Go find a booth.” She waved toward the dining room before heading after Sophia.

---