Genevieve Hayes had spent fifteen years perfecting the art of being invisible

Then the memory was gone.

Genevieve had spent fifteen years preparing for the past to return. She had imagined police, assassins, lawyers, strangers at her door.

She had not imagined a man like Lorenzo Costa asking the question so gently.

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“I am someone who knows when to cut a line before it snaps,” Genevieve said.

Her voice had changed.

The corporate softness was gone. The careful politeness had vanished. What remained was lower, colder, and far older than the identity printed on her business cards.

Costa noticed.

Of course he noticed.

“And I am someone,” she continued, “who prefers to remain a stranger to men like you.”