After Grayson made the transfer and the confirmation pinged on Kate's phone, a wave of relief spread through her chest. Half the money was already in her account, and that meant only one thing.

Oliver had a chance.

Not the full solution, but a beginning.

Grayson had ordered dinner—steak for him and a chicken salad for her—and while she poked at her lettuce with distracted precision, Kate did what any competent attorney would do when sitting down with a new client.

She interrogated him.

"All right," she said, crossing one leg over the other as she watched him. "Start from the beginning. What happened? I know your company develops tech prototypes, but… how does something like this get leaked? Isn't security supposed to be your specialty?"

Grayson took a sip of wine and leaned back. He folded his arms, and that small movement was enough to make Kate's thighs tighten instinctively. The way his biceps flexed beneath that blue shirt dragged her mind straight to memories she shoul