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corner of his mind, he wondered if it was flavored.
    Tanner shoved his hand into his pocket and made sure he’d wiped away all hints of that lip gloss from his finger before he did something stupid and tasted it.
    They were working together, and that meant he needed to keep things professional between them. He knew better than to mess up his chances at the Edge by getting involved with a coworker—even one wearing flavored lip gloss.
    â€œIs it really that simple for you?” she asked. “Bella has the money, so she gets the last word?”
    â€œBella hired me. Not you.”
    â€œSo if I were to offer you more money to walk away, you would?”
    Anger rose, flashing just below the surface. “My loyalty can’t be bought.”
    â€œSeems to me as if it already has been.”
    The elevator doors opened and Razor strode forward, her heels clicking on the polished marble floor.
    â€œI’m here to see Kurt,” she announced as she passed the receptionist.
    The young woman shot to her feet, scurrying to stop Razor from passing. “Do you have an appointment?”
    Razor kept going without an answer, and as soon as the receptionist realized she could not be stopped, she scurried back around her desk and picked up the phone.
    Tanner wasn’t sure if she was calling this Kurt guy or security, but he wasn’t about to stop and listen long enough to figure it out. Wherever Razor was going, so was he.
    She opened a door on her left, walking in as if she owned the place. The man behind the desk quickly shut his laptop and stared up with a guilty look on his face.
    Kurt’s skin said he was nearing forty, but he had the body of a much younger man. Several pictures sat atop his desk for visitors to see, showing him rock climbing and skydiving. There was another of him shirtless, wearing boxing gloves and dripping with sweat.
    His hair had begun to gray, and he’d tanned his skin until it was a deep, crinkly brown. Even though the man was dressed in a suit and tie, Tanner could tell he was an athlete.
    â€œThis has to stop, Kurt,” said Razor.
    â€œWhat the hell are you doing in my office?”
    â€œYou sent another man to follow me again, didn’t you?”
    Kurt glanced back at Tanner, who planned on keeping his mouth shut unless things got out of hand.
    â€œNo. I’ve never seen this man before in my life,” said Kurt.
    â€œNot him. The skinny guy with the bad haircut.”
    â€œI have no idea what you’re talking about.”
    Razor pulled out her phone and brought up a photo. She set it down on Kurt’s desk. “Proof. Which I plan on showing the police if you don’t stop sending your buddies around to follow me.”
    Kurt looked at the photo. “I don’t know this guy. Looks like a drug addict to me.”
    â€œThis isn’t funny anymore. We’re over. Deal with it.”
    â€œI have. As a matter of fact, I’m seeing someone else now. Not that you care.”
    Razor lifted one eyebrow in suspicion. “Really? What’s her name?”
    â€œLike I’m going to tell you. You’ll probably go find her and act all crazy like you are with me, claiming she’s trying to read your mind or something. You need help. This whole paranoid thing isn’t at all becoming, so put on a tin foil hat and leave me the fuck alone.”
    Razor frowned and tilted her head. “You’re not lying, are you?”
    â€œNo. I’m not. I got over you weeks ago. If someone is really following you—which I doubt—I have nothing to do with it.”
    Tanner felt a brush of air as the office door opened. He spun around and came face-to-face with a large, stone-faced security guard.
    â€œIs there a problem here?” asked the guard.
    Tanner moved so that he was between Razor and the guard.
    â€œI think that’s up to Ms. Haught,” said Kurt. “What about it? Do you need an escort